Influences
by Tista


Part 1: Beer Horny
"Hey B this party is gonna be the bomb and we will be the sex bombs." Faith promised.
"The whats?" Buffy said walking towards the party.
"My plan is to find a couple of studs use 'um and lose 'um."
"Faith, I don't know, that's really not me."
"B, you need to get laid, have one good screw. I mean Angel can't do it why don't you find someone who can." Faith said as she applied more red lipstick.
"I can't believe you just said that!" Buffy exclaimed.
Faith prodded. "Come on, the guys who invited me, definite hotties, total stud muffins and so do-able."
"Probably not my type." She replied.

***
Spike drove into Sunnydale. hell-bent on getting Angel back for causing the break up with Drusilla.
He saw a party filled with teenagers and beer. A perfect location to pick up a tasty and sexy meal. Spike thought it was the best place to build up his strength before he killed Angel.
He walked in and saw a bunch of kids dancing and drinking. One woman caught his attention, the Slayer. Spike grabbed a beer and watched her dance with another girl. Her dance partner was a pretty brunette dressed in black, red pouty lips, a bad girl type.
Spike thought, these bints aren't just dancing, they're nearly having girl on girl sex for everyone to see.
Faith was grinding her pelvis into Buffy's. Spike got excited and hardened at the possibilities. Hands on hips, wet lips just inches apart, four breasts bouncing into each other, he could smell the scent of the Slayer's arousal and he wanted it all to himself. Spike was captivated by her and wanted his own private dance with Buffy.
A frat boy sat next to Spike and noticed his fixation on the cute blonde. "So buddy, isn't this party cool with all these sluts in heat?"
"Yea, I just want the tiny blonde one." Spike pointed to Buffy. "I've wanted that bitch in my bed for years."
"Dude, today's your lucky night." The dumb college boy said.
Spike gave him a confused look. "What?"
"My friend does this witchcraft thing to the beer and when girls drink it they turn into total nymphomaniacs, cool isn't it?"
"Very cool." He inhaled the last drag off his cigarette. "Bloody brilliant plan, I should have thought of it myself."
Spike noticed two guys approaching the Slayer and her little friend. He wanted to cut in. Spike wouldn't let this golden chance slide, great sex with a hot Slayer and an opportunity to piss off Angel in one enjoyable experience.
"So you girls like the party?" The African American boy asked. He handed Faith another beer.
"Its fun and the beer," Buffy sucked the lip of the long neck bottle, "is really good." She continued to dance.
"Yea, but I wish I was in bed with you," as Faith pointed to the Ashton Kutcher looking dude. "And you too," she said to the African American boy.
"Mind if your little blonde friend plays along with us?" The Ashton Kutcher type boy asked.
"B can come along, I've been wanting to get it on with her for a while now." Faith responded.
"Do you want to join our orgy party?" The black guy asked.
Spike interrupted, "No she doesn't, the girl is spending the night with me."
Buffy turned around, looked at Spike, and made one of those ultra happy smiles. She jumped in to his arms and wrapped her legs around her mortal enemy's waist.
"Spike! I've missed you so much." Buffy kissed his cheek.
"I've missed my favorite Slayer." He said has he inhaled her scents, so close to his body, this could have killed a lesser vampire.
"B are you going with us or with blondie here?" Faith asked.
"I wanna go with him." Buffy replied as she licked her lips and rubbed her fingers through his platinum blonde hair, grinding her pussy against his erect member.
"Ok, more young studs for myself, then." Faith said and walked away.
"So gorgeous, where do you want to go?" Spike placed Buffy onto her feet and pulled her towards him.
"Any place, where we can get naked and screw our brains out." Buffy said and grabbed Spike's ass.
Spike picked Buffy off of the ground once more and walked towards his car.
Influences
Part 2: Driving While Under the Influence of Sex
He started up his DeSoto and drove to his hotel on the outskirts of Sunnydale.
Buffy took her bra off and lifted her boobs out of the top of her dress. She pinched her nipples and looked over at Spike. "Do you like my tities?" Buffy looked at him so innocently, stroking the underside of her breasts.
He looked at her and his eyes popped out of his head and his dick almost ripped out of his pants. "Ooh yea, Buffy." Spike wanted to ravage her right here and now. "Those are the most lickable breasts on the planet." All the while trying to keep his eyes on the road.
She grabbed her breast and elevated it to her mouth. Buffy lowered her head down to her bosom. Her tongue struggled to reach the nipple. Buffy moaned with delight as she barely tickled the pink and hard nipple. "You're right they are so lickable." Buffy continued to play with her breasts. Spike wanted to kiss her soft skin, but thought he could try to wait until they made it to the motel.
Buffy took off her black panties and tossed them into the backseat of the car. She proceeded to rub her clit. A coy expression lit up her face, "mind if I start on the drive to your place?"
Spike could smell her desire, and feel the heat radiating between her legs. "Not at all sweetheart, give Spike a good show." He encouraged.
The flower print dress was off and tossed into the backseat with the rest of her clothing. She lay on her back and extended her legs in Spike's direction. One foot rested a top the dashboard; the other leg hung over to the backseat. Buffy's pussy was spread out for his viewing pleasure.
One hand worked on the clit. Circling around it, in quick rotations. She would intermittently flick the tip for additional fun. Stroking the nub was making her squeal.
Spike kept one eye on the traffic and the other eye on the masturbation peep show in the passenger seat.
Buffy fingered herself with the other hand. Her index finger slid in and out of her wet center. A second digit easily entered and she bucked wildly against her hand.
He thought that the hardness of his erection was one for the record books. The vehicle was closing in to the destination and soon he would be lucky enough to be a notch in her headboard.
Buffy said. "You only need one hand to drive, and I want your fingers inside me."
Spike moved his hand into position and penetrated her. Pumping a finger inside, Buffy gasped desperately for an orgasm. He loved the way her pussy squeezed and clamped down on his finger. He anticipated fucking her more than ever, she felt so virginal and tight.
While he was fingering her, she still worked on her love nub. "Spike, make me come, please . . .fuck I need you." She screamed.
She wiggled around, on the brink of orgasm. Spike put two more fingers and rocked them up her body. "Fuck me, ooh god fuck me." All the motion had made Buffy so wet and ready for the friction of four long vampire fingers. Her whole body tensed and then Buffy burst into orgasm.
Spike pulled out his fingers and licked off the beautiful taste of her juices.
"Do I taste good to you?" Buffy asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
"I can't wait to have more, to feast on your essences, better than blood." Spike said.
Buffy rolled onto her stomach. "I want a taste of Spike." She unzipped his pants and pulled out his large, rigid cock.
"Slayer, god you are going to be the death of me."
His cock jumped in her hand. Buffy kissed his dick. Her small hands rose it in a vertical position. Buffy couldn't wait to have such a massive cock invading her tight little pussy.
Spike sped the car into the motel parking lot; at least he was smooth enough not to crash the car.
Buffy put the swollen head in her hot mouth. She pursed her lips around his thick member and sucked. She swirled her tongue against him as she took him to the back of her throat.
Spike looked down on the blonde head bobbing up and down on his cock and hoped she swallowed all of the love he offered. "Buffy, suck me. Fuck." He growled.
She worked on the stiff appendage. The oral workout was making Buffy aware of all parts of her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, her gums, and her lips. With all of these tools, she utilized them as erotically as possible.
Spike was breathing like he needed to. He came; shooting his seed down her throat; reveling in the sensual joy of the Slayer's warm and talented mouth.
Buffy concentrated not to choke on the salty come rushing into her belly.
She liked how her first taste of come flowed in her mouth--it was a turn on. The Slayer continued to please his dick as it softened in her mouth.
"Slayer, where did you learn how to suck cock like that?" He asked, immensely shocked and pleased at her skills.
"I don't know," Buffy answered as she briefly stopped the tongue bath of his crotch, "I've been fantasizing about giving you a blowjob for a while now."
"You got to be kidding." Spike said. "Why didn't you act on in before?"
"You're sexy, forbidden, like it could or should never be--but really should. Let's go in the hotel room. I want to make up for lost time." Buffy replied as she opened the car door and walked to his motel room stark naked.
Spike followed as fast as he could
Influences
Part 3: Sex Does a Body Good
Buffy was jumping on the bed of Spike's motel room. She was totally naked and hyperactive.

"Spike, it's your turn to give me a strip show." Buffy suggested as her tits jiggled in midair.
"No." Spike said as he took an empty spot on the bed. "You undress me after you get tired from jumping."
He was enjoying the view of a naked Buffy hopping on his bed.
"OK." Buffy said as she showed off her trampoline skills. She was twisting in the air, spreading her legs, doing flips, trying to impress her Spike. Finally, she landed in the splits next to him, breathing heavily.
"Slayer, that was one hell of a show. Now it's time for the main event you and me in a sex marathon." He wanted her so badly. "Come over her and strip me."
"Ok lover." Buffy replied as she tugged at his duster. She straddled his waist as she worked on stripping the top half of his body. Spike's red shirt was the next thing to be discarded onto the floor. She slowly pushed the black T-shirt above his head.
Looking at his slim and muscular chest Buffy licked her lips. "I like you naked. Do you like me naked?"
"Of course, love--so sexy. You're a goddess." Spike confessed.
Their mouths engaged in a tight embrace. His kiss was urgent and exploratory. She returned his kiss with reckless abandon.
She worked her sweet lips down to his neck. Buffy kissed every inch of his chest, sucking on the nipple, licking every curve of his six pack.
"Now, I get to see that beautiful cock of yours, so big, thick and I can't wait to have you inside me." Buffy stated with no hesitation.
She began to take off his pants and did so very quickly. "I love every part of you, especially your boy parts." One hand was jacking his cock making it harder; the other hand was squeezing his balls.
"Baby, I want your girl parts in my mouth before I come, I got to taste my fresh, moist little Slayer."
He flipped her on to her back. Spike went right to his target. Kissing her clit. Buffy gyrated in response. Spike tongued her pink pussy lips like he needed her essence to survive. Lapping up her tangy juices, Spike drove Buffy wild with his ministrations.
Buffy was breathing frantically after only a few seconds of contact with his talented mouth. "Oh god...Spike..lick me."
He chuckled and Buffy felt the vocal vibrations flutter against her enflamed sex. "So sweet." Spike ducked his head back down to the matter at hand, putting his full lips around her clit. He sucked until Buffy's body tensed up. Aching for orgasm.
Spike's mouth found the dripping opening of her pussy. He circled the rim for a dozen rotations, until he spiraled his long tongue inside.
Buffy moaned and writhed around like she was in heat from this whirlwind of lust. To add to her pleasure he flicked her clit with his fingertip.
She came. "Ooh Spike. . .ooh my god," moaning and screaming incoherent phrases. Buffy bucked her hips as her whole body released ecstasy she never thought possible.
"What do you want to do now Slayer?" Spike asked as he rolled off of her exposing a huge swollen cock that looked like it begged for satisfaction.
"I want to fuck you." Buffy exclaimed. "Make you come inside me."
Buffy crawled on top. She mounted his rock hard erection and rode him; eyes interlocked the entire time.
She effortlessly repositioned herself sitting upright on his hard cock. Buffy spread her legs a little wider and let him sink deeper up her wet cunt. Bouncing up and down on him, she let out a series of breathless moans. Buffy threw her head back as she squeezed the life out of the incredibly rigid undead member.
Spike watched as Buffy fucked him. Her breasts seemed to be floating; nipples pointed to the sky. He was awestruck and wanted to see the bitch work for it. "Slayer, harder faster, fuck" he groaned, "Buffffffy!"
The orgasm hit her, the most intense she had ever felt. It reverberated through every square inch of her body. Buffy squealed his name along side of the incredible sound of getting the wind fucked out of her with short desperate breaths.
She continued to gallop and working towards the goal of another quaking orgasm. Spike closed his eyes and tried to prolong the wonderful feeling of being inside the Slayer before exploding. A few moments later, he realized resistance was futile as his cock was pushed to the limit and released his seed deep into Buffy.
She relentlessly milked it for a few last seconds of pleasure before she was momentarily spent and reduced a limp pile of flesh on the bed. Buffy rolled off of Spike and onto the other side of the bed.
The couple kept making love in different ways late into the night. The carnal hunger between Slayer and vampire was an amazing document to their physical compatibility.

Influences
Part 4: The Morning After
Buffy woke up. When her eyes adjusted, she was disoriented. She found herself in a strange bedroom that looked like a cheap motel room. Buffy felt a male body spooned up against her backside. The Slayer felt a growing erection between her legs.
Spike lightly touched her the soft skin of her breast. "Mornin' Love, ready for another go?"
Buffy recognized Spike's voice. She popped up to a seated position, hoping this whole thing was a nightmare. Spike grabbed her around the waist so she couldn't leave the bed.
"Get your hands off me." Buffy demanded as she shooed him away.
"What's the problem, Love?" He asked with a head tilt.
"You really aren't sure?" Buffy retorted. "You're stupider than you look Spike."
"Last night we were incredible. You didn't have a problem with me then."
"What am I doing here in bed with you?" She asked disgusted that she was naked in bed with him.
"Recovering from the best fuck of your life." He arrogantly asserted.
"No way." Buffy said as she checked her neck for fang marks. "I would never have sex with you, when I was in my right mind."
She grabbed more covers to hide her naked flesh. Buffy's mouth went dry when she exposed more of Spike's body.
"Well let me explain this to you, Pet." He said as he was arguing with her was making him harder.
"You did something, a spell. Or was it a rape type thing." Buffy accused.
"No nothing like that, Slayer." Spike said. "I saw you at a party acting like a trollop, dancing with this other girl, almost havin' sex."
"I do remember going to a party with Faith, but after that my mind is blank."
"Those boys who threw the party did some mojo on the beer and you acted like a sex maniac." Spike began to tell her the story.
"Uhgh and then you took advantage of me." Buffy wrinkled her nose.
"It wasn't like that. I wanted to be with you and you wanted to be with me."
"I was drugged." Buffy was near tears.
"This argument is gettin' you all hot, 'innit?"
"Shut up." Buffy took the comforter wrapped around her body. Entering the bathroom, she realized that Spike did make her hot. She washed her face with cold water and then used the toilet.
A few moments of reflective silence passed until Spike hollered through the closed door. "I did it for your own good, Pet."
Buffy poked her head out of the door. "What did you just say?"
"Love, you didn't have many options."
"You could have been a gentleman and brought me home." Buffy said annoyed she hadn't thought about staking him yet. "But, you're evil and never do the right thing."
"I protected you from worse things. You could have been with your little girlfriend or with those can't get it up drunk frat boys spreading syphilis or some rot." Spike thought about other options. "Or you could have done that whelp you're always hanging with or how 'bout that Watcher, that would be scandalous."
"I could have been home alone." Buffy suggested as she sat on the edge of bed, arms across her chest in anger.
"Not the way you were actin' like a nympho. Most of all I saved you from Angel."
"What?" Buffy was confused and she couldn't keep her eyes off Spike's thick cock through the thin white sheet.
"He would have screwed you and turned into Angelus and you would be a vampire or a corpse." Spike lit a smoke.
"I don't know what to say." Buffy smiled as she comfortable lounged on the bed. "One question. Why didn't you kill me?"
"You're too hot and so good in the sack. I like you all warm and beautiful and lusty."
Buffy was strangely flattered. "Really?"
"Absolutely, I was hopin' this wouldn't be just a one time thing." Spike rolled his tongue behind his teeth.
Her body fluttered with excitement and desire.
"Give me just one chance and I'll make sweet love to you and if you don't like it you could still use the excuse that you were still out of you're mind." He made a cute boyish expression as snuffed out the cigarette onto the nightstand.
Buffy giggled. She thought about it. Her brain told her to run. Her body was telling her something else as she lay down on the bed.
Spike whispered in her ear. "You're going to enjoy this."
Buffy shivered as he invaded her body space. Spike's scent was so masculine it was getting her hotter.
He positioned himself between her legs. Spike pried her legs wider apart, slowly descending his swollen erection inside her wetness. Buffy gasped as she adjusted to his massive prick invading her. At first, it felt like he was ripping her in two. Spike grabbed her shoulder pinning her to the bed.
Buffy's pussy slowly accommodated him and she enjoyed his deep and deliberate pumping. "Oh fuck. Fuck me Spike!"
He sped up his action of pounding her into the mattress. "Slayer." He groaned with reverence.
Buffy's ass bounced against the bed. Spike loved how her pretty face looked as it was gliding towards ecstasy. Her entire body tensed up before she climaxed hard and unexpectedly violent, considering how gentle he was penetrating her. "Ahh ohh god yea." She exhaled loud screams that echoed through the thin walls of the motel.
Buffy's inner muscles milked his dick working him towards his orgasm. "Oh Slayer . . . hot sweet fuck."
He was banging her harshly and it shook the entire bed. The bedsprings were squeaking to a relentless rhythm.
She came again, just as the first orgasm subsided. Buffy thought this one was better than the last. Buffy's pussy fluttered around Spike's shaft bringing him to his own climax.
Spike came, growling and grunting as he shot a load into her. With a few final pushes, each partner was spent. Buffy's chest was heaving as she was catching her breath. Spike stroked her sweaty breasts with his fingertips as he pulled out of her.
"Was that hot sex or what?" He asked with a rakish grin.
"Spike, that was well. . .wow!" She replied as she recovered from her multiple orgasm.
"Was I right about us or was I right?" Spike said.
"I hate to admit it, but you were totally correct. I love having sex with you." Buffy said as she bit her lower lip.
Buffy was in awe, but worried about her next move.

Influences
Part 5: Caught in the Act
"Sweetheart, it looks like you want to tell me something?" Spike said as lightly stoked her right nipple.
"Well, we are physically compatible, but I'm not the type of girl that usually has sex with a guy I don't love."
Spike didn't know how to respond verbally. He lightly flicked her clit as she continued to explain her point of view.
"I want to love you, Spike. I think we got to make a few changes." Buffy breathlessly sighed as she enjoyed his ministrations.
"I love you, Buffy, your strength and your beauty." He said. "Why can't you except me, warts and all?"
"First, I don't want you killing people. Stop feeding off of human blood," Buffy explained, "like Angel. He drinks animal blood."
Spike took his hands away from her pleasure center. "Bloody hell! I'm not going to be like him, now that I'm shagging you."
"I didn't mean it like that." Buffy said. "If you want fresh blood you can take a little from me."
"Fine, no more killing humans. I'll help you kill demons and get to feed off of Slayer blood, a powerful vampire aphrodisiac." He smiled wolfishly. "Sounds like a fair deal to me."
"Good. Are you going to take me out like a real girlfriend?" She tentatively asked.
"Buffy, I would love it if you would be my woman." Spike said as he kissed her breasts.
"Does that mean you'll be my prom date?"
"You save the world and you're worried about a bloody school dance?" He asked confused.
"Yes. I want to have the sexiest date, so I need you to take me." Buffy confirmed.
Spike inquired. "Alright, what other hoop do you want me to jump through?"
"You're being so accommodating, I'm surprised William the Bloody, bad ass vampire is agreeing to my requests and demands."
"It's your Slayer power of seduction that's my Kryptonite." Spike confessed. He licked her neck down to her breasts.
Buffy crawled on top of Spike. She kissed his face, neck, and chest between words. "I think my friends would accept you better if you apologized ...like for kidnapping them a few months ago."
"Sure. Whatever. For you, I'll say I'm sorry."
Buffy looked up from sucking on his nipple. "That wasn't convincing." She slid down his muscular alabaster figure until she was face to face with his erection. "So. Will you be a good boy? Let me be a positive influence on you." She said looking into his eyes.
He nodded. Whispering, "yes."
Buffy's lips were just a breath away from the tip of his penis. "That's a sweet vampire." She licked the head of his cock.
Spike lay back and enjoyed. "Buffy."
She continued to tongue the head as he grew harder, clenching the lean muscles of his thighs, digging fingernails into his cool flesh.
Buffy put a little bit of his long shaft inside her mouth. Taking it slow was Buffy's method, since she never performed fellatio before or never remembered doing it. He felt good against her mouth, smooth yet hard.
He rose his hips slightly off of the bed and deeper into her mouth. Spike groaned incoherent words of encouragement as his member came in contact with her tongue. "Fuck yea. Good Slayer suck me baby--so fuckin' hot."
Bobbing her face towards his dick was Buffy's next action. Breasts bounced against balls. Buffy was getting into the groove of sucking his dick, becoming more adventurous with each thrust.
Faith kicked the door down and Angel and Giles walked behind into the motel room to find Buffy's mouth eagerly feasting on Spike's cock. The bedroom was in disarray; an ugly patterned bedspread partially draped on the floor, black combat boots flung haphazardly, and the smell of sex in the air. An educated person would naturally assume that there was a lotta fucking going on between these four walls.
Spike was too busy gazing at the ceiling has he enjoyed Buffy's incredibly erotic oral treatment of his hard-on to notice the intruders. Buffy was concentrating on exciting Spike in incredible ways with her mouth.
"Hey Blondie, does Buffy give good head?" Faith bluntly remarked. She couldn't wait for the whole thing to unfold.
Buffy shot her head up and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She rolled over to the other side of the bed and made sure they both were covered up.
"Bloody hell! What the fuck is he doing here?" Spike indicated Angel. "And the stupid Watcher."
Giles was sickened at what he saw, almost as angry as Angel. "Buffy we're leaving NOW!"
"I need to get dressed first." Buffy said. "And I don't need any of you to save me."
"I'm going to call Xander and Willow they've been worried about you. Thank God your mother was out of town." Giles walked out of the room. His fury rage so hot that it was muted and distant.
Angel pulled out a stake. "Spike. I've been waiting 100 years to stake you. . ."
Buffy moved her whole body over his heart. "Angel, you're not going to stake him."
Angel was furious as he vamped out looking a lot more like Angelus. "Why are you protecting him? The bastard took advantage of you, when you were weak."
"I'm not under the spell, anymore. I wanted to suck his dick and other sex like stuff." Buffy asserted. "Even after the spell wore off."
Spike chuckled arrogantly.
"Way to go B." Faith congratulated and watched the X-rated soap opera spectacle unfold.
"I wanted you to have a normal life, with a normal boyfriend. Not him. Not Spike." Angel hated Spike. You could hear the disdain in his voice when he said the other vampire's name.
Spike couldn't control his temper as he morphed into vamp face. He might have been less pissed off if he would have been able to come in Buffy's mouth. "You were the one that gave her up, the Slayer can choose who she wants to be with."
"Where are my clothes?" Buffy scanned the room for her clothes, thus breaking the flow of this angsty confrontation.
Spike thought for a moment. "In my car." He pointed to Faith. "Love, get the keys out of my duster and get Buffy's dress out of the backseat."
"O.k. That must have been some kinky drive over here." She left.
Giles poked his head in. "Buffy I'm glad you weren't injured, but I expect to see you at school in a few hours."
"It's Monday?" Buffy was confused. Spike and her had apparently made love Saturday night and all day Sunday into the dawn of Monday morning.
"Yes. Angel, its almost sunrise, we got to get going. Faith can make sure Buffy gets home." Giles suggested.
Angel grabbed Spike buy the throat. "You hurt her and you're a pile of dust." He didn't want to leave, but thought that would be the best for now.
Giles and Angel left the motel room as Faith walked in with Buffy's bra, panties, and dress. "By the smell of this thong, Blondie must have got you really hot, sopping wet."
"I'm going to take a shower." Buffy proclaimed. She wished Faith wasn't here so Spike could join her. "You two keep each other company, I'll be quick," scampering off to the bathroom.

Influences
Part 6: Think about You
Faith and Spike visited as Buffy took her shower. She wanted to take a quick rinse off, since she didn't trust Faith with her gorgeous naked vampire boy toy.
"So Spike, Giles and Angel were so scared that Buffy would be alone with you. Are you really that bad?"
He lit a cigarette. "What do you think?"
"You're not like the other vampire's I fight." Faith observed. "Most would have killed a Slayer as he fucked her."
"I've killed Slayers before and screwing them is much funner." Spike gave a smart-ass grin.
"Do you want to do another Slayer?" Faith flirted. "No consequences, just banging bodies."
"If the right opportunity came up." He answered.
"Did you know I'm the other Slayer?" Faith asked as she took a sip of the open liquor bottle on the dresser.
"Oh, you can thank my ex-girlfriend for that, she killed that other Slayer and you were called."
"Let's do it." Faith said. "I've never boinked the undead before."
Spike gave her a look as if she was crazy. "Buffy." He said rolling his eyes toward the bathroom door.
"Just a quickie then?" Faith suggested.
"I don't give quickies, I make love for hours, worshiping the female body. Maybe those limp dicked losers you hook up with can go quick, but I can't."
"You don't want to get caught by B, cause you got a thing for her." Faith teased. "You love her."
Before Spike could answer, Buffy came out in a white towel as she combed her wet hair.
"Love, come here." He addressed his blonde goddess.
Buffy sat on the bed and Spike grabbed the brush out of her hand. "Let me get that sweetheart." He began to comb through her hair.
Faith rolled her eyes. "An evil vampire in love, how pathetic."
***

Buffy went to school, but couldn't wait to see Spike again. She avoided the library; another lecture from Giles was something she didn't need.
She did run into Willow, Xander, and Oz visiting before school started.
Willow greeted her with a big hug, "I was worried about you."
"I'm fine." Buffy assured her friends.
Xander chimed in, "We were all worried about you Buff. We figured you were either captured by and evil demon or you got lucky."
Buffy laughed. "All I'm going to say that it was a bit of both."
Willow tried to figure it out. "So it was a demon and some hot guy saved you? Or was the demon also a hot guy?"
Oz dryly said. "As long as she had fun, it's none of our business."
"Since Mom's still out of town, I was thinking I would have a little get together at my place, just so my friends can meet my new prom date, since Angel broke up with me."
"You're going to prom with the guy you met?" Willow was giddy with excitement.
"Yea, but Giles and Angel don't approve and I could care less." Buffy strongly stated. "I'm afraid you guys might have a problem with him, but I promise I'm already a good influence on him. It was so cute, he wanted to brush my hair this morning."
Xander frankly asked. "Who is this guy? Do we know him?"
"Yes." Buffy hesitated and then blurted it out. "Spike."
"You mean the same Spike that kidnapped Willow and me a few months ago?" Xander was mad. "You let him touch you?"
"We're working out past issues. He is going to apologize for all that at the party."
The gang was still concerned. They couldn't finish the conversation since the bell rang and Buffy rushed off to her first class.
Buffy sat down in her seat. Cordelia was in her English class and sat next to her.
"Buffy, those bags under your eyes are not attractive." Cordy announced loud enough that everyone in the room could hear.
"I had a wild weekend." Buffy smiled slyly.
Cordy was excited. "Get out! Was it slaying or laying?"
"Any louder and you'll wake the undead." Buffy said.
"Well?" Cordelia asked.
"A bit of both. Anyway are you busy tomorrow night?"
"It depends on what you're going to ask me." She answered.
"I'm having a party, I want everyone to meet my new boyfriend, since Angel thought our relationship wasn't healthy."
Cordelia whispered as the teacher wrote on the chalkboard. "So Angel's single, you think he would go out with me?"
***
Buffy managed to avoid Giles for the entire day. She got home and needed to relax. Buffy discovered Spike in her bedroom. He was working on a pencil drawing. It was of her.
"Hello Gorgeous!" He put the artwork aside as he saw her.
"Spike, what are you doing in my bedroom?" She asked.
"Waiting for you." He confessed and took off his black t-shirt. "I thought about you all day."
"Well hanging out in my bedroom will do that to you." Buffy took a place next to him on the bed. She undid the first few buttons of her blouse. "What thoughts of me did you have?"
Spike answered slowly and seductively. "How your breasts felt in my hands, and how sexy your face looks when you come, and how wonderful your sweet pussy tastes."
He put his hand under his shirt feeling the rough lace of her bra. Pulling her tit out of the cup was his next action.
"Did you think about me?" Spike asked.
"Yea, I kinda had to tell my friends about you and they all were like, 'what do you see in him.' And I said he's so sexy and he treats me good, inside and outside of the bedroom and the part of out side of the bedroom was a lie, but . . ."
He interrupted. "Shut up." Spike unhooked her bra. "Let me pleasure you."
Soon the top half of her body was totally exposed. Spike played with Buffy's nipples feeling them harden between his fingers. He kissed Buffy's face: her lips, her cheeks, her jawline, her forehead and eyelids.
Buffy flushed at his expert seduction. Her flesh became hot, a fever like intensity. Spike unsnapped her pants. He lowered his mouth delivering a shower of kisses to her neck, shoulder and breasts.
She was moaning the song of passion as he grabbed and sucked at her fire hot body. Buffy's pants were pulled onto the floor.
"You taste so, good, I can't wait for the best part." Spike rubbed the silky fabric of the front of her panties. Buffy shuttered as the satin caressed her public hair and pussy lips. The wetness of her underwear excited Spike as he ripped them off of her body.
Now she was naked, sprawled out for his sapphire blue gaze. "So goddamn sexy." Spike licked his lips. His mouth explored the outer most region of her sex. Buffy's whole body tingled from the sensation of his cool tongue lapped up her wet center.
"Mmmm so good Spike." Buffy moaned. He nibbled towards her swollen clit. Spike wrapped his tongue around the coral-colored nub.
She rocked her hips as he licked the most intimate parts of her body. Her juices flooded his mouth; Spike savored her essence.
Buffy tensed and shuttered when she came. Guttural moans purred out of her pouty lips and Buffy squirmed around on the bed. Spike slowed down his kisses as her climax subsided.
He looked up at her with a self-satisfied grin. "Did you like that, Pet?"
"Oh yea." Was her out of breath answer.
"I know you like that, do you want to do something else you liked the other night?"
"Yea."
"On all fours." Spike helped position her spreading her legs wider apart. He admired the peek-a-boo view of her quim.
"Spike, I don't know." She protested as she touched the curve of her ass.
"I don't think you're ready to let me in that sweet ass of yours. . ." he paused, "just yet."
Buffy heard the incredible sound of his zipper descending.
Spike put his dick between her legs, whisping against Buffy's entryway. Her pussy was already dripping with more desire. He penetrated her tight spot and was instantly deep inside her slippery walls.
Buffy moaned as Spike pumped urgently. His large erection was rewarded in the glorious ways Buffy's pussy contoured around him.
Spike grasped the roundness of one hip, holding Buffy steady as he crashed into her. The other hand gently tugged on a palmful of her blonde hair, splayed out on her back. His cock was pumping to a sultry rhythm and it was gliding Buffy to a mind-blowing orgasm.
Spike pulled at a breast, "Buffy." He could tell the way she clenched him tighter, each time he pistoned in and out.
Buffy had a powerful orgasmic release. Chanting, "yes, yes, yes,"
To prolong her climax, Spike reached for her clit. He rubbed it and slightly tugged on it. Buffy bit her bottom lip, hoping it would make her pleasure last longer.
She came again. It was wild; Buffy felt like Spike's cock deeply fucking her was the best sensation of the face of the earth.
Spike could not control himself any longer. He came; spasming inside her and spurted his seed inside Buffy's womb. The vampire nearly howled as he was in ecstasy inside her hot, tight channel.
He pulled out, even though he was semi-hard. Spike could tell Buffy's tiny body was spent. She rolled over to be face to face with her lover.
The afterglow was apparent on Buffy's moist body, as she kissed his handsome face. It was a loving kiss, tender and soft.
"What should we do now?" Buffy asked.
"I was thinking I could make you a candlelight dinner." He said. "I bet you're hungry, I've worn you out, Love."
"You cook?" Buffy was surprised that he could or would make her a romantic meal.
"Yes, dear." Spike smiled a cocky grin. "I'll find something in the kitchen, and you get sexed up for me."
"You don't think I look sexy now?" Buffy caressed her breasts, as she lay naked before him.
"Always sexy." He proclaimed. "I just want to keep you out of the kitchen."
Buffy giggled. "Ok, then you get out of my room, while I become a sex goddess."
"I can't wait." Spike put his clothes back on. "You're always a sex goddess to me." He gave her a flirty wink and left the bedroom.
Spike hoped the kitchen was fully stocked with something he could make that would be romantic and delicious. Buffy looked in to her closet; searching for something sexy. So sexual in fact, that it would blow Spike's mind
Influences
Part 7: Food or Sex?
Buffy took the second shower of the day. She quickly rinsed off with the hand held nozzle. She wasn't tempted to use the stream of water to get off. Spike had sexually satisfied her, so masturbation had become unnecessary. Buffy tried to keep her hair as dry as possible, since it looked sexy--in a just out of bed way.
***
"Bloody hell." Spike exclaimed as he looked through the freezer at the Summer's home. "Not many choices, but I'll make do."
He found some steaks and took them out of the freezer. "If someone told me, I would be cooking steaks for her. . ."
Spike started to prepare the food. He put on one of Joyce's flowery aprons to make sure his clothes didn't get splattered with cooking oil. "I look like a goddamn fool." Spike grimaced at the thought that just one weekend of tremendous sex had him so Slayerwhipped.
***
Buffy looked in her closet for an outfit that, was clingy and emphasized her every curve. Most of the clothes she owned were sexy, but not enough to drive Spike to the brink of orgasm with just one glance.
She found this strapless black dress. Buffy hadn't worn it since she moved to Sunnydale. She tried it on without any undergarments. Even before she looked in the mirror, Buffy knew she had grown a few inches in height since she bought it. The dress was very short and very tight.
She finished off the look with her tallest pair of black pumps. Buffy went to the bathroom to apply smoky eyeliner and red lipstick. Before she could work on her hair, the doorbell rang.
She called up from the top of the stairs. "Spike, I'll get the door."
Buffy rushed down the stairs hoping it wasn't someone here to lecture her about sexual choices with evil undead monsters.
She opened the door. "Angel." Buffy gasped, half-surprised and half-angry.
"Buffy, let me in." Angel looked around the house. "He's here, isn't he?"
"Who ever could you mean?" She asked sarcastically.
Angel turned hostile. "Spike. Buffy, he's not good enough for you. I'm not good enough for you. That's why I left you, Buffy."
Spike heard the argument and took off the apron, leaving the steaks frying on the stovetop.
"Why can't I decide who I date?" Buffy asked.
"You need a normal life, not an undead boyfriend." Angel reiterated.
"I'm the Slayer, I'll never be a normal girl." Buffy said.
Spike arrogantly strolled out the kitchen. "Slayer, is he bothering you?"
"I don't know what she sees in you, but I think you did something to her--magic or thrall."
"I think she's attracted to my gorgeous face and hot body, well lukewarm, but who's keeping track."
Angel interrupted. "Shut up."
Spike asserted as he walked up to Angel. "She got tired of your old warn out carcass and found a better man, capable of pleasing her every desire."
The two vampires were face to face. It appeared they were a fraction of a second away from an epic battle in the Summer's home.
"Wait a second." Buffy walked between them and pulled them apart.
Angel put on his vamp face. "Buffy, I don't like how he took advantage of you."
Spike also morphed into his demon form. "I don't like how he abandoned you."
"Boys! Cut it out." Buffy rather enjoyed these too sexy vampires fighting over her. "Can't we all just get along?"
"It's not that simple, sweetheart." Angel growled.
Spike backed down. "Yes it is, she wants me, not you. So, I reckon it is time for you to leave us to a romantic evening." He lightly grabbed Buffy's hand.
She smiled and from the look on her face, Angel knew that she genuinely liked Spike's touch.
"Buffy, I can't be with you and I'm leaving Sunnydale. I want you to start a new life, just like I want to start a new life." Angel said. "But, I really don't like leaving you with him."
"If you want me to help you move I will." Spike offered. "Get your ass out of town quicker, anything I can do."
"Spike, is this an elaborate plan to kill her?" Angel asked.
"No. Wait. I have a woman that is incredible in the bedroom and I'm starting to fall in love with her, so the best thing for me to do is kill her?" Spike said sarcastically and then he turned serious. "I'm going to protect her, she's mine now."
Buffy was silently thrilled at his declaration.
"She's not yours or mine." Angel turned around. "She'll never be yours in the back of her mind it will be me, it will always be me."
"This wouldn't have happened if you wouldn't have left me. I have to confess, I really am falling for Spike."
The smoke alarm sounded a high pitched buzz. Buffy and Spike went to check out the smoke filled kitchen.
While they were busy turning off the stove, Angel left with a broken heart. He regretted telling Buffy he couldn't be with her, that their relationship wasn't healthy. He realized that she wanted a vampire and he wasn't it.
Spike threw away his overcooked dinner. "Sorry, about this, love."
"It's ok. The food can be replaced. I'll order pizza." She suggested.
"Not the food. The whole thing with Angel, I'm complicating your life and I don't mean to." Spike said. "If you want me to leave, if that would be easier for you--I'll be out of your life."
Buffy's eyes began to tear up. "No. I can't let you go--I need you Spike." She kissed his neck.
"I want to be with you, forever. I'll never leave you. I need you. I love you." He kissed her with fire and passion. "You look so sexy for me."
"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." Buffy said as she eyed his body.
"Do you want me to take you out? Someplace nice?" He suggested.
Buffy pulled the collar of his black t-shirt. "No. I want you here and now." She pushed him down onto the couch.
He looked at her as she crawled on top of him. She smiled, "you look so sexy when you're on your back."
Spike smirked, "not as hot as you look on top."
Buffy greedily opened his pants like the contents were hers and hers alone. Finally, he was exposed for her. Buffy was wet and was wearing no panties. She straddled Spike, but didn't descend on his cock-just yet. Buffy just lightly rubbed her wetness, against him.
"I thought I wore you out before, pet." Spike grabbed her perky breasts through the fabric of her breasts. "Glad my Slayer's an insatiable minx."
"I can't control myself when I'm around you." She shifted her hips; impaling herself on his erection.
Spike groaned as he experienced the first blast of her wet heat. Buffy rode him bucking her hips wildly. She closed her eyes enjoying every inch of him.
Spike pulled down the top of her dress pushing out her breasts. "You look so pretty when you make love to me."
Buffy smiled and began to push into him with renewed exuberance. Feeling him inside her was so exhilarating.
Spike lay back as she squeezed and pulsed against every erect inch of him. "God, Buffy. Love you baby."
Buffy was sliding down his cock, taking him with slow and deep strokes. Buffy moaned, "Spike."
He moved a little and got in a better position to suckle on her tits. His lips puckered around her left nipple. These light ministrations teased her to lusty pleasure moans.
Their bodies merged into a steady and beautiful rhythm. He kissed his neck. Buffy clutched his hard physique beneath her. Spike reveled in the fact that this gorgeous goddess would freely give herself to him, so completely. Buffy milked his cock for all that it was worth.
Spike could feel like they both were about to come. He grabbed her by the waist, closer to him. He roughly slammed his hips towards hers. Buffy's moist flesh slapped against his. Spike tugged at her long blonde hair and Buffy squealed with the little bit of pain it caused.
Buffy and Spike exploded in orgasm within moments of one another. Her climax was filled with screams, sweat, and ecstasy. Spike released his seed deep within her as he growled her name and professed his love.
Buffy tried to catch her breath as she lay atop his muscular frame. "Do you love me?"
"What's that now, Pet?" He asked.
"When we were doing it you said you loved me. Is that true?" Buffy asked tentatively.
"I love you, Buffy. You are an incredible woman--the love of my bloody unlife. I have loved you since the moment I saw you." He confessed as he tenderly caressed her face.
"Liar." Buffy teased. "Then why did you say you were going to kill me on Saturday?"
"Don't you know, that's how vampires flirt with Slayers." He replied.
Buffy kissed Spike. It was full of desire as their tongues interlocked.
She lifted her face away from his. "You know what? I think I'm falling in love with you, too."
Influences
Part 8: Where the Party At?
Buffy and Spike got the stuff for the party ready. The kitchen was filled with drinks and salty snack food. The pizzas were ordered. Spike took a bottle of Jack Daniel's out of a brown paper bag.
"Spike, I don't think we should be drinking at my party." Buffy said concerned about the outcome with alcohol in the mix.
"Come on, Slayer. This is my bottle. Your bloody friends can get their own liquor."
"Why do you need to drink?" She asked.
"Hanging around your friends would drive anyone to get drunk."
"Spike, I'm offended by that comment, but what can I expect that someone who was around Drusilla for a hundred years." Buffy said.
Spike grabbed Buffy by the throat. "Don't you ever say another word about my ex. You understand?"
"Don't you dare touch me you freak!" She screamed and hit him.
Spike grew tender. "Sorry, baby--just a sore subject."
"If you're not over Drusilla, maybe we shouldn't be together." Buffy asserted.
"Are you over Angel?" He asked raising his scarred eyebrow.
"O.k. lets for get about our exes and live for now--I don't want this to be a rebound thing." She replied.
"What do you want this to be?" Spike inquired with a grin.
Buffy answered. "I think we can be great together."
"I think we already are."
Buffy and Spike both heard a knock at the door.
"I'll get it, Pet." Spike said. "You get the stuff ready in here."
Spike opened the door. He was expecting the pizza man, but it was Xander, Willow and Oz. "Come in." Spike said. He was trying to be nice, but he came off menacing.
Xander piped up, "only if you don't bite us."
"I'm not feeding off humans, but Red here looks quite tempting." Spike eyed Willow.
"I am? I thought vamps didn't go for girls like me." Willow said nervously.
"You lay one fang on her and your dusted." Xander threatened.
"I was just kidding, mate." Spike pat Xander on the shoulder.
Oz shook Spike's hand. "Hi I'm Oz."
Spike took his hand and shook it. "Nice shirt." He commented. "You like Black Flag?"
"Great band." Oz said back.
Willow bragged about her man, "he is in a band and plays the guitar."
Buffy came out of the kitchen. "Hi guys. Glad you made it."
"We wouldn't miss time with our favorite slayer." Willow said with a smile.
"What about Faith?" Spike teased.
Buffy ignored Spike the best she could. "Thanks, Willow."
"Do you know if Cordelia and Faith are going to be here?" Xander asked.
"Cordy might just stop by, she said she had better plans with Harmony." Buffy answered.
"What better plans?" Willow scoffed. "Idiot makeovers or making fun of people at the Bronze?"
"I thought the goodie-good guys loved everyone." Spike commented lighting a smoke.
"It's just a facade." Oz remarked.
Buffy cut in, "if I was Cordelia, I wouldn't show up since Xander was sure to be here."
"Whatever." Xander exclaimed.
Spike was curious. "I don't know the story." He put up his Doc Martins on the coffee table.
Buffy sat next to Spike on the couch. "Xander and Willow were kissing when some idiot captured and kidnapped them and when Oz and Cordelia came to save them they were caught. And then Cordy was impaled on a metal spear."
"Sorry about that kidnapping everyone, I will never do it again," he touched her inner thigh, "unless I take the slayer to be my sex slave." Spike chuckled evilly.
Xander picked up a stake.
Buffy playfully slapped Spike's hand away. "You better not try it or I'll have to keep my boyfriend in an urn on the fireplace."
"Just kidding--really I'm a good guy now."
Willow asked. "Why? I mean you don't have a soul. What's keeping from killing us all here, now?"
"Way to inspire security." Oz said dryly.
Spike held Buffy close. "My Slayer. My love for her has changed me into a better man, a good man."
Xander made a big production, "I'm going outside to vomit." He walked to the door and opened it. Xander saw Faith on the porch making out the pizza man.
"What's this?" Xander asked.
These words broke up Faith's tonsil hockey game with the delivery boy. "Hey Xand."
"Faith."
She started to caress the pizza guy's crotch and whispered in his ear, "see you around." Faith took the pizza and walked into the open door Xander was holding with an open mouth.
"Hi, all. Where da party at?" Faith announced as she put the pizza on the table.
Buffy knew where the real party was, in Spike's pants. She got up from the lap of the party's epicenter. "I'll get the cash to pay for the pizza."
"Don't worry, B. Faithy took care of it."
Xander was still in shock by the door, "with her tongue."
"Just gave the pizza guy a cheap feel, I think it was $16.99 worth, plus a generous tip." Faith replied with a mischievous grin.
***
Everyone at the party enjoyed the food. After about 45 minutes of snacks and slightly awkward conversation, Buffy decided it was movie time.
"Xand, what did you get from the video store? I hate it when it is your turn to pick."
"I was tempted to get porn, but I didn't want to give Spike any ideas." He joked.
Buffy gave him a disapproving look. "What did you rent?"
"Young Frankenstein." Xander answered. "Hellmouthy comedy at its best."
"I saw it at the drive-in." Spike said.
"Yea, when you're as old as dirt, one might have seen every movie known to mankind." Xander replied.
"Quit giving Spike a hard time. I think in time you might be good friends." Buffy said.
"Can I set the record straight? I'm 130 years younger that her last boyfriend. I think it is a step in the right direction." Spike's comment lightened the mood and gained a few giggles.
Faith and Xander started to act like a couple since everyone else was coupled up. Willow and Oz shared a chair and looked quite comfortable sharing a bowl of popcorn. During the movie, Spike and Buffy cuddled up on the couch under a blanket.
As the credits rolled, Spike slipped his hands into Buffy's panties. He cupped her mound, softly stroking her pubic hair. The movie and the gang fell into the background as he began to put his hands in the most intimate of locations.
Buffy gave him a disapproving scowl. She mouthed the words, "not now."
He whispered in her ear, "just keeping my hands warm." Her frown disappeared just as his finger touched her clit. Spike circled around it and flicked the tip.
Xander asked Buffy to pass him the popcorn and he didn't get answer. Buffy was too enthralled with Spike's sexual touch.
"Buffy!" Xander yelled loudly. "Popcorn."
She passed the bowl to him without disturbing Spike's caress. Buffy held all of her lust in check, as she didn't want to scream and moan and come all over Spike's hand. He slipped a finger into her entryway. Buffy gasped at his penetrating digits.
Spike noticed the heat of her body, slowly rising. And the erratic breathing of a woman about to have an orgasm. He stopped those actions so as not to alert the group to her desire. Spike could smell the lust between her legs, but doubted anyone else could.
Buffy pouted out her lower lip. "Stopping bad." She said quietly.
"Good things COME to girls that wait 'til everyone leaves." Spike illustrated his point with his eyes.
"Shhh! Trying to watch the movie." Faith rudely screamed. "If you two need to get a room . . ."
"No. Just telling the Slayer a little trivia about the movie." Spike covered up what he really said.
Buffy rested in Spike's arms, but shifted herself in the perfect position to have access to his crotch. Unbuttoning the top button of his jeans, was Spike's first clue she was going to have him in her hands and control his body.
At this point, Spike and Buffy were transfixed with one another. Buffy looked at him with a naughty grin. Before he realized it, his zipper was down. Buffy pulled him out and stroked the tip with her fingernails.
"My little Slayer, perfect, pretty slut." He whispered low enough so no one else heard.
She smiled as Spike held in his sexual satisfaction nearly ready to be unleashed. Buffy wrapped her hand around his shaft. It was hardening within her grasp.
"Buffy, Luv. Stop now, my orgasm is a little harder to hide." He kissed her earlobe. "Don't want you to hafta explain a load of come all over the place."
"You would be the one to tell everyone why you are such a freakin' perv."
He grabbed her hand away from his rigid erection. "Be good, Pet. You don't want me to punish you." He zipped up his pants.
"Maybe I do. I've been a bad girl." She was curious exactly how Spike would punish her.
Spike was glad she gave him a little permission to get kinkier in the bedroom. "Later. Or all your friends get a sex ed. lesson." He said. "Or free porn, cause I'm close to pounding your pussy into the couch cushion."
The couple finally started to watch the movie when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it, Pet." Spike got up to get the door. He was sort of relived of the Buffy distraction to give his libido a break. Cordelia and Harmony were standing on the doorstep when he opened the door.
Harmony turned to Cordelia. "Are you sure this is Buffy's house, cause if I knew hot guys would be here we could have changed our plans."
"Oh yea, Harmony this is Spike, Buffy's new boyfriend." Cordy introduced them.
"You think I'm hot?" Spike asked Harmony.
"Kinda, if you like the bad boy sort of thing." She replied. Harmony was lying. Just one look at Spike had her panties wet and her mouth dry.
"Come in ladies, the gang is watching a movie, we could stop it if you want to visit." Spike said.
Harmony couldn't keep her eyes off of Spike. She was having a hard time keeping the drool to a minimum, listening to his sexy voice.
"Cordelia, I need to tell you I'm sorry you got impaled, because of my stupid kidnapping scheme." He grinned evilly, "I will never kidnap Willow and Xander again, too much bloody work."
"You can kidnap me." Harmony said trying to be sexy, but coming off as ditzy.
"Spike, you actually you saved me from going further with an incredible loser, I should be thanking you." Cordy said.
The three of them walked into the living room full of movie watching Scoobies.
"Hi, everyone. We're here." Cordelia announced.
"Goodie, goodie gumdrops." Faith said mockingly.
"What's her damage?" Harmony said as she sat next to Spike on the couch.
"Watching movies, what a stupid party." Cordelia said.
"It was Xander's idea." Willow defended.
"Big surprise there." She remarked about the lameness of her ex-boyfriend.
Buffy used the remote control to stop the movie. "Let's play a game."
"Ok, Buff. Or we talking Candyland or strip poker?" Xander asked.
Harmony questioned the host of the party; "do you have Twister?" She wanted to play any game where touching Spike is a requirement. "Spin the bottle?"
Faith gave the winning suggestion. "I don't know if you all are up for a game of Truth or Dare."

Influences
Part 9: Dare
The group sat in a circle in the middle of Buffy's living room. The gang was all ready to play Truth or Dare.
"Would this little game be better if I brought out the alcohol?" Spike asked with a grin. "I've never played this, but I gather getting drunk might make it less slumber party girly."
"Hell yea." Faith said. Others affirmed that this would be a good idea.
"No." Buffy gave him a "you better not" look.
Willow tried to have a compromise. "Maybe we can bring it out if it is part of a dare or something."
"Alright, Red. Sounds like a plan. Whose hoping to see Xander get shitfaced?"
Cordy, Harmony, and Faith all giggled at the thought of a drunk, stupid, drooling Xander.
"Buffy's first since she's the host." Cordelia stated.
"O.K." Buffy said.
"Truth or Dare?" Faith asked.
"Truth." She replied.
"Whose better in bed, Spike or Angel?" Faith said with a smirk.
"Aren't we suppose to start with the easy stuff and work up to stuff like that?" Buffy answered.
"I don't think there is a rule book for Truth or Dare." Harmony asserted. "Maybe I should write one."
"That should win the Pulitzer." Willow said under her breath. Oz heard her and chuckled.
"Come on B. Just say Spike or Angel." Faith tried to make it simple. "I'm not looking for details . . .this time."
Spike answered for her. "It was me. The Slayer told me herself."
Cordelia said. "She would tell you that. Who would tell anyone they sucked in bed?"
"I think sucking in bed is the best part." Faith said. "I love it when the guys go down on me, but those guys are rare, let me tell you. Spike, do you that to Buffy? Does her pussy taste like candy?"
Spike growled. "Let's wait for my turn to put me on the spot and the way I sexually pleasure her is none of your concern."
"Do you do it when she's on her period? All that blood must get you off." Faith smiled.
"I've heard enough." Xander said. "Giles would have been deaf by now."
"Faith, shut-up." Buffy said. "I'm not giving that information away."
"Come on. Who is better?" Faith called out. "Who gives you more orgasms?"
Willow said. "Buffy, answer the question and she will quit harassing you."
"Spike." Buffy finally admitted blushing. "We've done it more times, since with Angel it was just that once--my first time."
"O.K. Faithy--it is your turn." Buffy said looking for payback.
"I'll take a dare." She replied confidently.
"I got a good one." Xander said.
"What is it?" Willow asked.
"Faith has got to get naked and wrestle me like she did that alligator in the swamp." He said.
"Just like Xander the sex fiend daring something for his own sick gain." Cordelia remarked and wished she didn't even show up to this party.
"Maybe you should have to wrestle whomever you want naked." Harmony suggested, glaring at Spike. "I know who I'd pick."
"Ok." Faith took a second to think. "Buffy."
"What, no way." Buffy said. "It's not my dare I've done my truth so pick someone else."
"B, you're the best fighter, plus I want to drive your blonde stud insane with jealousy."
"I won't be mad." Spike offered. "Just a lot turned on."
Buffy teasingly slugged him in the arm. "Pig."
Faith started to take off her white tank top.
"No." Buffy said. "Aren't games suppose to be fun? This isn't fun."
Willow finally stood up for her friend. "If Buffy doesn't want to do it don't make her."
Oz nodded in agreement.
Faith's upper body was absent of any clothing. Xander drooled at the site of her large breasts. She slid out of her leather pants and Buffy started to blush until her whole face was red.
"B, its not like we're gay or anything." Faith said.
Xander added. "Not like there's anything wrong with that." He had watched too much Seinfeld.
"Just a game." Faith said. "A fun, sexy game to get the guys worked up, get those hard-ons raging."
"Ewww, she's so vulgar." Cordelia added. "Maybe we should skip this turn."
"I don't want to do it." Buffy said. "Faith, just wrestle someone else--a guy for example."
"Ok, I won't jump on you B." Faith stood in the living room naked. "Just having a party."
Faith pretended to dive into Spike, but quickly moved over to her original target. Buffy saw Faith lunging at her and quickly ran away and flew up the staircase.
"It's not like a wanted to have sex with her." Faith said teasingly.
Willow ran up to comfort Buffy. She wanted to beat Faith down, but that would have given her what she wanted.
"She's big bad Slayer by day and afraid of a little Truth or Dare." Cordelia rudely remarked.
Harmony laughed and said, "yea, its funny."
Spike held all of his anger in before he killed everyone in the room. He knew Buffy would not like to find a slaughterhouse of her friends in the morning.
"Well, actually it wasn't her dare." Xander said. "If Oz wanted to wrestle me naked I would have a wiggins." He was still looking at Faith's nude body.
"Don't hafta worry about that." Oz replied.
Faith was still naked. "So blondie, wanna wrestle?"
"If you touch me, I'll kill you." Spike said.
"You and B, take stuff too serious." She flirtatiously smiled. "She is a stuck up tight ass with no sense of fun."
Spike grabbed Faith by the throat and growled, "I want everyone to leave, now." He morphed into his demon face.
Everyone ran out of the house, frightened of his wrath. Oz and Xander where the first out the door. Cordelia and Harmony were not too far behind.
"I don't want to date him now." Harmony said. "He's mean."
Faith's neck was still crushed by his hands; she struggled to get away. "Listen to me bitch. I don't know why you want to get under Buffy's skin or what problem you have with her, but stay out of her way or I'll kill you." He dropped her on the floor.
She fell straight down on her ass. Faith coughed and caught her breath. "Alright, I won't mess with her, jesus she must really do it for you." She grabbed her clothes and left the house.
Spike ran up to Buffy's room and knocked on the door.
"Can I come in?" Spike peeked is head in.
"Yea." Buffy said.
"Red, your boyfriend is waiting outside. I defended Buffy's honor and put the fear of Spike into everyone and they all left." Spike explained.
"I think you guys should be alone." Willow weakly smiled. "See ya tomorrow, Buffy."
Spike kissed Buffy. "I lost my temper down there."
"I just can't stand Faith and the way she was trying to piss me off and get between us." Buffy said. "The way she was looking at you."
"Like what was she looking at me like?" He asked.
"Faith wants you. I heard her telling you that from the bathroom of the motel." Buffy confessed.
Spike stoked her bare arm as he spoke. "You heard me turn her down, so you know all I want is you, Buffy."
"I don't like to be needy and suspicious, but you were looking at her too, when she was all exposed and I could tell you wanted her too." Buffy bit her lip in a sign of insecurity.
"I'm a man and I had to look, but no comparison---you are the one for me, the only one." Spike kissed her neck. "How can I prove this to you?"
"Make love to me." She demanded.
"That is the thing I want to do most on this planet." He proclaimed as he started to take off his clothes.
***
"So Faith. How did your mission go?"
"Great. I pissed off Buffy and Spike scared away all her little friends. It was classic you should have been there." She answered with devilish glee.
"Good first step, we need to do more. I want Buffy back and Spike in a dustpan." Angel said as he kissed Faith passionately.
"Let's go to bed. I think it is time to lose that soul." She said with a wink.

Influences
Part 10: Spend the Night
Spike was about ready to take off his shirt, when he looked at her and realized he couldn't do it, just yet. He had to take this slow.
Buffy was cozy in bed wearing only her nightgown. Her eyes were welled up in tears, although she had stopped crying.
He spooned up against her as he lay on top of her comforter. Spike was stroking her hair and he softly kissed her face. "Are you ready, Pet? I can't do it with you still crying."
She wiped away her tears. "See I'm ready now."
"Love, I don't like how everything went down, either." Spike confessed. "I don't want you to think about them. Their opinions don't matter, because you finally found someone that loves you without conditions."
"I'm glad you feel that way, cause I love you, Spike."
"I love you." Spike whispered in her ear and then he gingerly nibbled on it.
Buffy smiled. "I'm so lucky to have found you."
He nodded in acknowledgement "Not as fortunate as I am to have you in my life and in my heart."
He began to take off his clothes. The black t-shirt was soon discarded onto the carpeted floor of her bedroom.
"Those clothes don't come off by themselves, now do they?" Spike said with an evil glint in his eye.
She said with a seductive smile, "I'm too busy watching you strip."
Spike's shirt was off and those chiseled muscles where in full view. Buffy gazed at him in appreciation.
"Do you think I have a career in exotic dancing?" He inquired as he posed in front of her.
"Yes, but I don't like the idea about old ladies sticking dollar bills in your briefs." Buffy answered. 'Oh that's right, you don't wear briefs."
By this time, he was out of all of his clothes and began to take off her nightgown and he saw she had no panties on.
"Looks like you don't either." Spike teased.
"So, I was making it easier for you. . .since you are mine. Not Faith's and not the ladies at the strip club, you are Buffy's and Buffy's only." She said as she playfully kissed him on the cheek.
Spike teased. "Jealousy is so cute on you."
"No it is not," Buffy whined as she watched him unzip his pants. "Like tonight, Faith made me look like a sad, uptight bitch fueled with a jealous rage, I know she was trying to turn you on."
"Let's not talk about tonight, let's forget about it all and let me enjoy your body as you enjoy mine, Inn't it what you want?" Spike said as he stood over her naked body and kissed her full lips.
He thrust inside of her and Buffy instantly felt better; she had forgotten all about her aggravating party and concentrated on how Spike made her feel, which was absolute heaven.
It was flesh against flesh, vampire against slayer. After a few moments of grinding, they found the tempo that bound their bodies as one. Every stroke was deep and deliberate; it was as if they were making love as a way to confirm their intimacy.
"I love you, Buffy." Spike proclaimed as he touched her breasts, that ached for his sensual touch.
Her hips rose to meet his. Spike glided into her swollen and aroused core. "Spike, I love you."
Spike's hard body was above hers. With each entry, he brushed her clit.
Buffy inner muscles clenched down on his erection as it jammed inside her. Her body was so warm and it made Spike feel more alive than had in decades.
Her breath flowed in long, surrendering moans. "Spike, I'm yours. All yours." Buffy's orgasm released a powerful wave of pleasure.
Spike kissed her neck and descended his fangs. As he bit into her throat, Buffy climaxed once again, as she was overwhelmed by the dual penetration of his pointed teeth and his enormous cock. He drank her sweet blood as he continued the fuck her. The blood and the sex were too much for Spike to take as he came violently inside her.
It took a few moments to recover from this experience. Buffy struggled to catch her breath. Spike was trying to compose his elation at this intimate experience.
He licked the blood off of the two puncture wounds on her neck. "I hope you liked that baby. It just felt so right."
"It was so good, erotic, and sensual." She smiled, "I've been bit before, but it wasn't all sexy like it was with you."
"Whoever bit you was an idiot, I should decapitate the bastard." Spike growled. "I'm the only one that gets to bite you."
"He's dead. I guess it was your, great, great grandsire." Buffy said as she spooned up to Spike's nude body. "You know the Master."
"Glad you killed that stupid git." Spike said as he got comfortable in Buffy's bed.
She didn't answer, because she was already asleep and dreaming of her Spike. He held her for the rest of the night.
Influences
Part 11: Romeo in Leather
Joyce walked in to her home after traveling Europe. She had just came back from a shopping trip as she bought new acquisitions for the gallery. Joyce had caught an earlier flight and was home much earlier than Buffy expected.
She opened the door and was disappointed. The living room was a mess. A dozen or so half-empty glasses were spread all over the living room, along with two bowls with partially popped kernels of popcorn. The home also reeked of cigarette smoke. She also found a few full bottles of alcohol in the kitchen.
Joyce said to herself. "Buffy had a party and didn't bother to clean up after herself."
It was 10:30 and Joyce was tempted to call upstairs to see if Buffy was awake. Before she could make her move the phone rang.
Joyce picked up the receiver. "Hello."
"Joyce, this is Rupert. Is Buffy home?"
"I think she's sleeping, I just walked in the door, back from my trip." She answered.
"Is she alone?" Giles asked.
" I haven't peeked in on her. Are you asking because you're worried about her?"
He replied. "I am very concerned about her. In my opinion she has made some very bad choices lately and I'm glad you're back, maybe your presence can set her straight."
"If it's about the party. . .I plan on getting after her." Joyce said. "The house is a mess."
"Not about the party. Is Spike there, per chance?" Giles inquired.
"Why? Has he kidnapped someone, again?" She asked.
"No. No. Nothing like that. . .he's. . .I mean Buffy's starting a relationship with him, one that I find very troubling and dangerous." Giles frankly replied.
"She promised me she wasn't back with Angel. And now she's got another vampire boyfriend?" Joyce stated annoyed at her daughter.
Giles remarked. "Angel has a soul, so Spike is much more deadly."
"Thanks Rupert. I will talk to Buffy and see what she has to say about it."
Buffy walked down the stairs. "Hi Mom."
Joyce ended the conversation. "I got to go, goodbye."
"Who was that?" Buffy asked very cheerfully.
"It was Giles. He is very worried about you." Joyce replied.
Buffy quickly changed the subject. "He's just old and doesn't understand stuff. So Mom, did you have a good trip?"
"No little missy, you're not getting off that easily, now tell me about you and Spike and why do you have that big Band-Aid on your neck?"
Buffy wanted to be as honest as she could. "Spike and I kissed and made up or so to speak."
"So is he you're boyfriend now?" Joyce asked.
Buffy quietly answered. "Yea, I guess he is my boyfriend. Spike is taking me to the prom."
Joyce continued her interrogation. "Are you having sex with him?"
"Mom, I want to be honest with you, so yea, we are intimate."
She replied. "I was hoping you would choose a human boy instead of vampire, after you got rid of Angel."
"Well, you're the one that use to say Spike's nice once you got to know him." Buffy reminded her mother.
Joyce replied. "I did, but Buffy, aren't you jumping in to another relationship that isn't the most healthy? So are those fang marks, you're covering up?"
"Yes, I let him bite me. Just once, but I think its better than him killing a random victim. And he is off the human blood expect for the once sip from me. Kinda like a kiss thing. He's changing, working on becoming a better man and I'm helping him."
"I'll give him a chance, but if he makes one mistake you're not allowed to see him, is that clear?"
"Mom, what if you think he's made a bad and I disagree?" Buffy asked.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Joyce said. "I don't think that will happen, I'll have faith in Spike."
He came down the stairs, dressed in his usual black outfit. "Joyce, you're home. Did you have a good trip?" She was causal and comfortable with Joyce's arrival while Buffy was not.
"Yea, I did." She replied.
"Do you want me to make you ladies breakfast?" Spike asked. "We have eggs and bacon in the fridge."
"No thanks." Buffy said.
"A growing Slayer needs good nourishment."
"I might just have a little cereal later." She replied.
Spike asked. "How about you Joyce?"
"Maybe later. Spike, first I want to talk to you about your relationship with my daughter."
He sat in the chair facing the two women. "O.k. Joyce, I want to start out saying I love your daughter, I love her more that anything in the whole world."
"That's nice Spike. What are your intentions with Buffy?"
"I would like her to be my girlfriend. I would have asked for your permission sooner, but there were circumstances and you were out of town and we were just discovering our feelings for each other." Spike explained. "I promise I will never hurt her."
"Aren't you an old fashion boy?" Buffy teased.
"I'm 147 years old, so I guess I'm what you would define as old fashion." Spike said.
"So you are like a fine wine, one that gets better with age?" Joyce asked.
"Something like that." Spike replied in a flattered, yet shy way as he looked down. "I should be the one complimenting you for raising such a beautiful daughter, especially considerin' she's the bloody vampire Slayer."
Buffy made the 'aww isn't he sweet' face. She re-crossed her legs on the comfortable living room chair.
Joyce was also touched. "Spike, I'm glad to say you are my daughter's boyfriend."
***
Buffy went to school on Monday and finally talked to Giles. During lunch, she went to talk to her Watcher in the school library. The Slayer confronted him, after avoiding him last week. Her mom's acceptance of Spike made her more confident in professing her love of Spike to the rest of the world.
"Buffy, how was your weekend?" Giles asked.
"Great. I had a lot of fun with Spike. He is so great once you give him a chance." Buffy smiled like a woman with a schoolgirl crush.
Giles wanted to slap some sense into her, but took a subtle approach. "Did your mother speak to you about your new boyfriend?"
"Yea, Spike made a promise with her that he would never hurt me." Buffy said.
Giles asked as he cleaned his glasses. "Xander told me that he attacked Faith at the party, is that true?"
"I didn't see it, but sometimes you know I would like to beat up Faith." Buffy confessed. "He only did it to defend my honor. Did Xander tell you that?"
"No." He replied.
Giles re-shelved a library book, just as Willow walked in.
"Hi, Buff. That is a nice scarf you have on. Is it a gift from Spike?"
"No, I just thought it looked good with the sweater." Buffy really wore it to cover up the two little puncture marks in her neck.
"It is nice, you never wear stuff like that, but trust me I like it." Willow said.
Faith had quietly walked in and overheard part of the scarf conversation. "I think she's wearing it to cover up a little vampire bite her sweetie gave her."
Willow and Giles looked at her quizzically.
"Is that true Buffy?" Willow asked.
The guilty expression on her face said it all. "It was in the heat of passion. Does that make it better?"
"I think it makes it worse." Giles said. "He could lose control and drain you dry."
"Spike knew how much to drink and it was kinda nice." She said kinda nice when she meant mind blowing orgasmicly perfect.
"Maybe it is an elaborate plan for him to kill you. You know gain your trust and then turn on you when you least expect it." Faith suggested.
"I don't want to hear anything you have to say, Faith." Buffy remarked with anger.
"Maybe she's right Buffy. You two hated each other until just recently." Giles stated.
"You know Spike. That is not his style. He loves a good fight." Buffy reminded.
The group heard a voice on the intercom system. "This is principal Synder. Will Buffy Summers please come to the main office?
"Hope I'm not in too much trouble with that stupid little troll." She started to walk out of the library. "We'll finish this conversation later, but for the record I love Spike and he loves me."
***
"Miss Summers, there is a man you is here to pick you up for a doctor's appointment. He works for your Mother's gallery." Principal Synder met her in the hall. "I would also tell your mother not to employ rowdy dropout hooligans like this punk that is giving you a ride."
"O.k. I'll tell her." Buffy said as she caught her first glance of Spike standing in the hallway. He was leaning against the wall, looking like a sex god.
"Your Mum asked me to pick you up." He said.
Spike and Buffy began to walk out of the school. She desperately wanted to hold his hand, but knew this was not the right time.
"I'm glad its you. I thought I was in trouble with Principal Synder. That man is out to get me."
"If you want me to kill him, just let me know." Spike joked.
"No, but do I really have to go to the doctors?" She complained.
"What do you think?" Spike asked as he covered up his head with his leather duster and ran to the car. It was quite fortunate that it was an overcast day.
Buffy ran after him and sat in the passenger of Spike's DeSoto.
She then gave her delayed answer, "no I just thought you missed me and wanted to play. If you want to do it in the car again, I'm cool with that. "
"No. We are going to the gynecologist." Spike said trying to be serious.
"So is the doctor's name Dr. William Spike or something like that?"
"What do you think?" He winked at her and drove away.

Buffy expected him to drive her home, but he did not turn onto Revello drive. The vehicle cruised out of the residential area and headed downtown. Buffy was confused and wondered if her mom made Spike pick her up and bring her to a real doctor, Buffy hated hospitals or any kind of health clinic-she thought they all smelled weird and were evil.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"Like I said before, the doctor's office." Spike pulled into an underground parking structure of a business office.
"Get out, Slayer." He softly demanded.
She complied. "What if I don't want to go?"
"You're a brat." He accused as he grabbed her hand. "And you're coming with me."
Buffy pouted. "You can't make me do something I don't want to."
"I promise. This doctor will make you feel better."
He opened a door and they walked into a little basement apartment.
Buffy asked. "Where are we?"
"My new place." Spike replied. "Now get naked and lay on the bed."
"Don't be Mr. bossy." Buffy accused.
"I thought that is the way you like me." Spike threw is duster on the living room chair. He picked up a white lab coat and stethoscope.
Buffy giggled when she got her first glimpse of Doctor Spike.
"Where did you get that stuff? I hope you didn't kill a real doctor."
"No. This place use to be a doctor's office they couldn't rent in out-since it is so damn dark. I found it in the closet and it gave me an idea for a little sex game." Spike's tongue slightly peeked through his teeth as he asserted innuendo.
Buffy took off her clothes, but kept on her lacy bra and panties. She seductively maneuvered her body in erotic poses on the satin comforter of his large fluffy bed.
Buffy began to play a native little patient and spoke in a coquettish manner. "Doctor Spike, I have a little problem."
"Do you now?" He replied. Spike was ecstatic that Buffy was playing along with his role-playing activity.
"Yea. I'm becoming a nymphomaniac." She giggled and spread herself out on the bed. "When I'm around a certain guy it's really bad."
Spike stood at the foot of the bed. "When you think about him what happens to your body?"
"My nipples get hard and pointed." Buffy squeezed her breasts. Stroking the underside and pinching the nipples.
"What about your vagina?" He tried to sound like a doctor. "How does it feel between your legs?"
"It tingles when I see him." Buffy started to rub her clit. "I get real wet and humid down there."
He watched her with a big smile. "Looks good. Very bloody good."
Buffy squirmed around the bed as she touched herself. She smiled at his comment and continued to play with her clit.
"May I examine you? Can I put my fingers inside you, pet? Make sure it feels alright?" Spike said as he crawled towards her.
"Yea." She nodded to emphasize her affirmation.
Spike's voice was soothing like honey. "Glad you're so cooperative, pet."
He moved her pussy to the edge of the bed. Spike knelt next to her bedside and got ready to pleasure her.
His finger slid into her wetness with graceful ease. Her pelvis bucked towards his hand. Spike worked on wiggling his long index finger in and out of Buffy's core. The thumb reached for her clit and effortlessly connected with the little nub of skin. Buffy shook her hips in a circular fashion. He worked her up to a rhythm that made every inch of her flesh reverberate with pleasure.
She was close to coming. Spike placed another finger deep inside her, it was slick with her creamy juices. Buffy's ass rocked on the mattress as he stimulated her towards a beautiful orgasm. Buffy tightened around his two fingers as she tipped her head back and bit her lip.
"That's it pet, come for Spike." He encouraged as he watched her full breasts bounce into the one hand not focused on her pussy. One last stoke of Buffy's clit sent her over the edge. "Oh yea. Spike baby so good." She also made little coos and moans of fulfilled desire and released lust.
Buffy was still breathing hard and grinned between exhales. "So do you think everything is normal?"
"Not average or normal. More like superhuman and so bloody perfect." He crossed his arms. "I need to do a few more tests, just to be sure." Spike put a moist finger into his mouth and pulled it out with a pop. "I need to taste you."
Spike pulled her legs wider apart. A flood of kisses devoured her inner thigh.
"How does that feel?" He asked.
"It tickles, but feels wonderful." She said.
After she answered, his mouth began to devour her wetness. Buffy gasped as his cool tongue lashed the cleft of her sex. Buffy entirely relished the way his mouth attacked her in a methodical fashion, knowing the perfect speed (slow) and the perfect pressure (firm).
"Spike. So. . .ooh fuck. . .mmm baby. . . . so good." Buffy was flinging her legs in all directions as Spike aroused her pussy like a sexual expert.
Sucking her juices from her quim was exciting Spike to no end. He was so hard that he had to concentrate not to come in his pants. She tasted better than candy and he really liked candy.
These erotic sensations had Buffy on the brink of an orgasm. A few sweet kisses along her labia, light nibbles on her clit and an invasive tongue and she climaxed as every cell of her body exploded waves of pleasure.
Spike looked up with a cat that ate the canary grin. "You taste beautiful."
"Is that normal?" She asked, recovering from her orgasmic thrill ride.
"God yes, so much better than the average pussy." Spike still tried to be the doctor. "You're a perfect specimen, I'm hoping to keep you in my private collection."
"What kind of doctors, keep people as specimens?" She asked.
"A sex doctor--one that keeps a perfect love slave, when he finds one." Spike answered.
Buffy sat up assuming she was done with her office visit. She should have figured that Spike needed to get off as well.
"Not yet, young lady." Spike pushed her back down on the bed. "I have another tool to examine your sexual organs. It's ten inches of rock hard flesh that will deeply penetrate you. Are you ready for it?"
Buffy laughed. "Will it hurt me, Doctor Spike?" She asked with childlike innocence.
"No. It should feel real good." Spike almost purred, slipping out of the doctor character. "So good it that you might want to get tested again and again."
Spike undid his zipper, releasing the tightness that his erection caused. His cock burst out of the denim fabric that bound the organ.
Buffy looked at the swollen dick. It was a massive display of manhood, dripping with pre-come. "So big I don't think it will fit inside me."
"Let's see." He thrust the thick head inside.
Buffy deeply moaned as he started pumping. Spike's arms held him at the perfect angle; he didn't smother her, yet his body surrounded hers in almost protective cocoon.
She ached for him and her body pulled him into hers in both internal and external ways. "Spike, I need you baby." Buffy exclaimed through breathy lust filled gasps.
With each entry, his cock would brush against her clit and once inside he would touch her sweet spot as it sent reverberations of carnal desire throughout her small framed physique.
They looked deeply into each others eyes. The little sex game had grown into something more intimate and genuine. Every gyration was followed by a declaration of love from Spike. "Love you. . .I love Buffy. . .love you. . .love you."
Buffy closed her eyes as the orgasm over took her. Her whole body shook as her pussy fluttered around his cock. "Spike! I love you."
She loved him and that made him work harder for his own explosion inside her womb. It was almost violent as he shook within her walls.
Spike kissed her neck and then slipped back in to doctor mode. "You wanna hear my diagnosis?"
"Yea." Buffy said and wiped a bit of sweat off of her brow.
"You're absolutely perfect." Spike continued to sing her praises. "A bloody dream come true."

Influences
Part 13: Shopping & Kidnapping
It was an unusually crisp spring evening in Sunnydale. The sky lightly sprinkled a soft spring rain and the air smelled fresh and clean. Spike and Buffy sat on the back porch and talked.
First they discussed politics, next it was music, and finally they talked about the prom.
"Spike. You need to get something to wear to the prom. It's only in a few weeks."
"I was thinkin' I'd wear my black jeans and this black t-shirt." He said with a chuckle. "I was hoping you would go naked."
"It's something that people traditionally get all dressed up for." Buffy explained.
"Following bloody tradition is not my style." Spike lit up a cigarette.
"I was hoping I could show off my studly boyfriend, looking ever so handsome in formal wear."
"If you put it that way, pet, I will be your dreamy prom date." A tad bit of sarcasm filled his words. "If that would make you happy."
Buffy hesitantly said. "I was thinking Willow could go with you and help you pick out something."
"You don't trust me?" Spike said a little offended. "Don't you want a surprise?"
"You can't see yourself in a mirror and I don't want you to get something that doesn't look perfect on you."
"I'll go shopping with Red, just tell me when and where."
***
Willow was waiting outside of the formal wear shop on Main Street. Spike was a few minutes late because he had to wait for sunset to arrive.
Faith saw Willow and strolled over to her. "What's up."
"Nothing, Faith." Willow said. "Well actually, I'm waiting for Spike, Buffy wanted me to get him some spiffy outfit for the prom."
"I was just going to catch up with B for and early patrol." Faith started to walk away.
Ever since the party, the Scooby Gang was estranged from Faith the Vampire Slayer. Every interaction was cold as even the least perceptive of the gang (Xander) could see that Faith was on her way to the dark side.
"See ya around." Willow called out to Faith as she scurried down the block.
Just then, Spike walked up to the redhead. "Who were you talking to? "
"Hi Spike, oh that was just Faith."
"What did that stupid cow want?" He asked.
"She was just on her way to meet Buffy for an early patrol." Willow explained. She slightly giggled at his feelings towards Faith; it was a little slice of hostility that they shared.
"Let's get this bloody show on the bloody road, I'm meeting up with Buffy and I don't trust Faith patrolling with her." He said.
Willow made a small smile. "I'm glad you care about her so much."
"There is something about Buffy that makes me willing to do anything for her. I love Buffy more than I can say."
***
Buffy causally strolled through the cemetery. She was singing silly love songs in her head and images of Spike floated through her brain. The slayer twirled her stake and skipped through the graveyard with a spring in her step. Buffy was in complete love with Spike; she couldn't believe that he was the key to her happiness.
"Hey B. Looking good, baby." Faith addressed her like they were best friends.
"Faith, are you out on patrol or what?" Buffy asked.
The brunette slayer ran towards Buffy. "I was just looking for a undead hunk to boink. Since you had so much luck with blondie, I wanted to find some vampiric man meat to get me off." She remarked with a wild grin.
Buffy looked right at Faith. "Is that suppose to be a joke?"
Angel came up behind and grabbed Buffy's arms. He was constraining her, but she was struggling to get away.
Buffy screamed. "What are you doing to me?"
Faith put a piece of duct tape over Buffy's mouth. "This will shut the bitch up." She then pulled out a syringe and shot Buffy in the arm. "And this will stop her from trying to get away."
Buffy quickly passed out. The mixture of drugs rapidly knocked out the powerful vampire slayer.
Angel growled with a rye chuckle. "I guess the joke's on Buffy."
Faith added, "and don't forget our little joke on Spike. . .too."
***
Spike and Willow were debating fashion. "I don't think a classy gentleman should incorporate leather into his look." Willow gave him a disapproving glance.
"People really don't notice men's shoes and I'm not wearing these poufy loafers when I have perfectly nice Doc Martins." Spike said. "Plus I don't go anywhere without my duster."
Faith ran into the formal wear store. She was out of breath and was acting frantic. "Spike I'm so glad you're still here!"
"What's wrong?" He asked. Spike knew in his gut that it had something to do with his beautiful blonde slayer.
"Buffy. She's been captured by some vamps, out by Angel's mansion." Faith told Spike this story, but kept it short so it didn't come off as a blatant lie. Angel and Faith knew Spike wouldn't ask too many questions, when Buffy's safety was at stake.
Spike ran out of the store and Faith followed not too far behind. Willow was left alone with a confused, yet worried expression on her face.
***
Spike woke up from a drug-induced daze. He was tied to a chair, each of his four limbs were chained along with his torso. When his vision finally came into focus he saw Buffy tied up to a bed; each limb was restrained to a bedpost. She was unconscious and was only in her black bra and panties.
Angel was standing next to her bed with a large black leather bullwhip. "Oh look little Willie is waking up."
"What the fuck is this?" Spike asked. He struggled to get out of his restraints.
Faith sat in the corner of the room and laughed. "I can't wait to have Buffy screaming in pain, I might have an orgasm."
"Well you're gonna sit back and watch me torture, rape and kill your girlfriend." Angelus was full of glee. "I've been waiting to do this since last year. Spike do you remember all the things I told you that I wanted to do to Buffy? Well tonight we're going to do all that and more."
"Over my dead body." Spike growled and morphed into vamp face. He loosened the restraints by his constant maneuvering.
Angelus remarked with a smirk. "We'll see about that."
Influences
Part 14: Love Barrier
"While we wait for little miss priss to wake up, should we tell William the Chumpy what he's won?" Faith teased like she was performing in a twisted t.v. game show. She was so happy that B, 'the perfect slayer' would be taken down a notch or five and that she was here to witness the whole thing.
"I don't feel like playing your sick game." Spike growled and kicked one of his legs free. "I'm getting out of here and I'm going to save Buffy."
"Well, if he can get out of these restraints, there's still this mystical barrier we set up." Angel said as he rearranged some of his tools for torture, including the chainsaw he was really looking forward to using.
Faith turned to Angelus and admired the arsenal. "Got a lot of big sharp weapons, which one should we use first?"
"I think the big one in my pants. I'll ram it to her hard and fast." He promised with a sneer. "I won't even wait 'til she's wet."
Faith was beaming, "that's my boy."
"Fuck you! I don't think either one of you will make it out here alive." Spike threatened.
"You know the barrier, you're not gettin' past it." Faith said. "Angel baby, do you want to tell him why he can't break the barrier?"
"Alright, Faithy." Angel began to explain. He was sharpening a large and sharp hunting knife with precision. "Only true love can break down the barrier and since you're an evil, soulless vampire and can't love her properly, you're unable to save your so called sweetheart."
"I love Buffy. I love her more than I have ever loved anything on this soddin' earth." Spike spoke with quiet rage. "I will save her before either of can place a bleedin' finger on her."
Angel glared at Spike. "Let's say by some tiny and I mean microscopic chance your idea of love can break the spell, the kicker is that Buffy has to love you back and there is no chance in hell she would ever love a worthless little punk like you." He chuckled with arrogance.
Spike growled. "You're wrong."
Faith laughed as she played with Spike's silver zippo lighter she took from the pocket of his duster. "Should we wake B up? Can't wait to watch you rape her, I'm getting' all juicy just thinking about it."
The bleach blonde vampire silently vowed to kill one or both of them if Buffy received as much as a tiny little scratch on any inch of her body.
Angel slapped Buffy's face. Spike jumped off of his chair, violently tearing apart the chair and the restraints. The vampire changed into his demon. He rushed towards Buffy, was stopped by the barrier and fell on his ass. This jarred Spike's face back into its human form.
"Bugger." Spike said under his breath and shook his head.
Faith and Angel snickered, because the barrier seemed to be working. Spike also looked funny as he was knocked to the floor.
Buffy was coming back to consciousness. She opened her eyes and screamed when she saw Angel's face; Buffy knew he was evil by that cocky facial expression. The slayer felt a tinge of fear that she wasn't use to.
"Buffy's waking up just in time . . ." Angelus said.
The blonde slayer noticed that she was restrained and in her underwear. "What am I doing here? And why am I tied up?"
Faith got in her face. "Cause you're a stupid little whore, who is about to get what's coming to her."
Angelus had to add, "No Faith. I'll be the one coming, inside that tight hole and all over her face and tits."
Spike interrupted. "Not if I have any thing to do with it."
"Spike, baby? Are you here?" Buffy called out.
"Yea, they got some kind of barrier to keep me away from you." Spike replied. "I think that the love between us can break it and then I can save you."
Faith cut in. "You actually love this freak? I mean Angel's o.k. for screwin', but love fits nowhere in the picture."
"I love Spike. Why do you want to hurt me and make Spike watch?" Buffy commented, "If you ask me that's pretty twisted."
Spike tried to break the barrier and again was stopped by this mystical shield. "Buffy it's not working! I love you and need to save you."
Angelus piped in, "she doesn't love you back, buddy. You've always been stupid, but you still can't get that I'm her one true love, the love of her life. And that leaves you out of the fucking loop."
"That's not true." Buffy lightly whispered. "I loved Angel. I love Spike, note the present tense."
Spike was still trying to get to Buffy by bucking his shoulder into the invisible wall. When he heard Buffy profess her love, the barrier seemed to weaken.
"Then why can't he break down that magic wall and come rescue you?" Faith mocked. "Not the knight in shining armor, like you thought."
Buffy wanted to cry, but didn't want Angel and Faith to see it was getting to her. Maybe Faith was right. What if Spike didn't really love her as much as she believed, although his words and actions illustrated deep feelings towards her, what if he couldn't love her like she needed.
"Slayer, block these bloody wankers out of your head." Spike turned on a calm, yet strong demeanor. "Just concentrate about our love, pet. Let's show them how much we love one another."
Angelus morphed in to his vampire visage. "Let's see if she can do it with my fangs in her neck."
He lowered his head and slowly descended his mouth at the perfect angle to rip out her throat. Buffy's whole body tensed and she struggled to get away. The blonde slayer was still concentrating on Spike and her deep love and devotion towards him.
When he saw Angelus zero in on her throat, Spike thought about his affection towards Buffy. She was the love of his life. The thought of her in pain made Spike's rage boil over. He was protective of her and didn't want Angel to mark her. Although, it would be non-consensual, drinking from someone was intimate, erotic. Spike didn't want Angel to have another connection to Buffy, especially because he was the lucky bastard that took her virginity.
With those thoughts in his brain, Spike was finally was able break the mystical barrier. He rushed Angel and grabbed him by the back of his head.
"Thank god for that Nancy boy hair gel." Spike said as he grabbed on to a clump of stiff hair. He punched Angel in the face.
Buffy got her hands out of the restraints. Faith raced over in an attempt to keep the other slayer down.
At this moment, Spike and Angel were engaging in a full out war. Fists connected with shoulders, chests, and faces. Spike kicked Angel in the balls with the steel toe of his combat boots. Angel swung his knuckles into Spike's jaw. Colliding muscles bruised tough vampiric flesh. Spike's vamp face came to the surface, once again. The vampires were fighting like animals, struggling to be the alpha male.
With each impact, Spike affirmed, "she's mine. She's mine. She's mine."
Angelus growled. "Nothings yours. Not Buffy, not even Drusilla. Every chick you've loved, I nailed first."
Faith and Buffy were also brawling. The slayers exchanged arching punches and acrobatic kicks. It was like a violent dance that was full of blood, sweat and insults.
Faith shouted and kneed Buffy in the ribs. "B, you're nothin' but a stupid cunt that needs to die."
Buffy retorted. "And you're the one that's jealous of me? You'll never be as good as me."
"That's why we have to knock you off of that throne you put yourself on." Faith slapped Buffy's face. "You're the slayer that loves and fucks vampires, how low is that?"
Everyone was equal in battle, so it was a big exercise in endurance. The participant that could last the longest was primed for an ultimate victory, but it seemed like everyone was beginning to struggle.
It was looking like it was going to be a fight to the death, until Buffy stood up on the bed and shouted, "Stop! Everybody stop! I have something to say..."
Influences
Part 15: Frozen in Time
"We need to stop fighting." She said.
"Oooh, I was waiting for some intense declaration of love or at least some original philosophy." Faith mocked.
"Buffy we're not gonna stop trying to kill you and your stupid boyfriend." Angel said.
"Spike, will you get my cell phone out my jacket?" She pointed to the pile of clothes. "And while you're at it, I want you to get the rest of my stuff and bring them to me."
"Of course my lady." He said with the charm of a chivalrous knight in shining armor. Spike handed Buffy all of the items in question.
Angel and Faith looked at her with disdain and wonder.
"What the fuck you gonna do? Call the cops?" Faith asked
"No. As we speak Willow is restoring Angel's soul." Buffy said.
"How does she know I lost it? Angel asked with a growl.
"When you came back, we put a spell on you. It alerts Willow to when we need to re-en-soul you. She gets a message when I think you need it."
"So what if it takes too long for Little Red Witch Bitch to do it, and you two are dead? It won't help you two fuck buddies or should I say lovers." Faith spoke with sarcasm.
Buffy pulled something out of her jacket pocket. The object was an unassuming little ball.
Angel asked with a snarky growl, "what does that do?"
She squeezed the object in question until it exploded in a ball of light. "It stops time."
Angel and Faith instantly froze into place. They couldn't talk or move. Spike and Buffy remained mobile and active.
"Slayer, if time stopped why can we move and talk?"
She replied. "The spell was only directed to evil people or evil demons."
"So why the bloody hell am I moving around?" Spike asked.
"You're not evil, silly boy." Buffy answered with a smile.
"Hello." Spike almost imitated Buffy's valley girl speak. "Vampire. Demon. Soulless. Evil?"
"No. Your ability to love me has made you a better man, a good man." Buffy spoke with her heart and looked at him with love.
"Not good enough, I never should've left you alone. Personally, I think we should kill her and stake him."
Buffy gave Spike a disapproving look. "No. We're above than that. . .we would go down to their level."
"I have a plan, let's put Angelus in a box and ship him to the other end of the bloody planet or the bottom of the ocean."
"Let me call Willow and see if this re-souling thing is happening." Buffy said as she pulled out her cell phone.
"Alright, pet." Spike was never one to sit still so he walked over to frozen Angel. He touched the stiff hair of the other vampire.
Buffy waited for Willow to answer the phone. She looked at Spike poking at Angel and she just had to laugh.
"What are you doing?" Buffy asked.
"I think this caveman brow, is effecting how his bloody brain works." Spike jabbed at the body part in question with his index finger.
"Hello Willow, did you get my mystical mojo message, the re-ensouling?" Buffy asked holding back giggles as she watched Spike play with Angel as if he was a life-sized action figure.
Spike held Angel's arms flap around. "My name is Angel and I'm a bloody broody puppet. I can't get laid or I go evil." He mimicked the other vampire's voice. "I'm all tortured with guilt and I'm a poncey self-wanking Nancy boy."
Buffy rolled her eyes at this childlike behavior. The slayer held back laughter. "That's great Will, that it works but I don't know what do about Faith, she has a soul so I don't know of anything mystical we can do."
"Yea, and three against two is better odds, thanks a lot I owe you one."
Spike walked over to his woman. He pulled back all of the hair that fell in her face. "Sweetness, I don't know if Angel will be on our side, with the soul."
"Why do you say that?" She asked.
"Did you ever ask yourself how he lost the soul? He said he was going to leave town and I reckon he goes and shags Faith to get revenge on you for shagging the hottest vamp in town."
"Angel thinks you're hot?" Buffy questioned as too many naughty thoughts about two hunky vampires going at it. She was in denial about Angel and Faith and really didn't want to address that topic.
"No, I take every opportunity to boost my ego." Spike replied. "Besides, you know I'm a sexy bloke and Angel is jealous of me, especially when I'm on his turf and if he really loved you, he should've claimed you by now."
"Claim? Am I some sort of baggage you pick up at the airport?"
"No Slayer. Doesn't that watcher teach you anything? When vampires are in love we chose a mate, we claim them by biting the other person. I would bite you and you would bite me."
"Claim me. Now."
"Are you sure about this Buffy?" Spike asked. "I've bitten you, but it wasn't a claim, because you didn't complete it, you didn't drink from me. Do you want to be my mate?"
"Absolutely. I trust you and love you. When Angel wakes up I want no doubt who I belong to."
Spike closed in on Buffy. "Are you ready, beautiful?"
She nodded and gave Spike a deep kiss. Morphing into vamp face he bit his own arm. He descended his fangs into her neck.
As the blood rushed down their throats, two people merged into a single entity and Buffy was never happier in her whole life. She savored every detail so this one moment could be recalled without a second thought. She was now covered in a blanket of unconditional love and knew Spike would be a major part of her life for a very long time.
Influences
Part 16: Enchanted Evening
It had been a few weeks since Angel and Faith had left Sunnydale. They ran off to Los Angeles to be away from Buffy and Spike. They decided to fight the good fight away from the jealousy and anger of Sunnydale. They claimed they were on the side of good, but Spike was still skeptical. The blonde vampire's adverse reaction to the duo was so fierce that they quickly stayed out of his way. If Buffy wasn't there, he would have killed his third slayer and staked his grandsire, because no one fucks with Spike's girl.
Spike and Buffy were happy together, as the date of the prom grew closer. Spike didn't want to go to the prom. The whole concept of a dance reminded him of god-awful parties he attended as a human. Those were nights full of humiliation, torment, and self-doubt. He was determined that this would be different, because the most beautiful woman in the room would be on his arm.
Buffy had dreamt about prom night since she was a little girl. She had always imagined her senior prom as a magical evening. She would purchase her perfect dress and look like a princess. Her date would be Ken doll handsome, be a great dancer, and have a fun personality. She always hoped for a spectacular kiss at the end of the night. As she got older, she desired a little more physical affection after the prom.
Buffy had purchased a satiny mauve pink dress. It clung to her body as if it was made for her. Buffy considered getting a red dress, but the pink was more feminine and less sex goddess.
Red was Spike's favorite color. Whenever Buffy wore a deep crimson piece of clothing, she thought that it made Spike even hornier than usual. She didn't know if it was the same color of the blood he craved or if he just thought she looked pretty in that color. If she wore the red, she worried about Spike pulling her into the nearest restroom or broom closet and having his nasty little way with her and with her luck Principal Snyder, Xander, Wesley or Giles would probably catch them in the act.
He unnecessarily gasped the moment he saw her. "God slayer, you're so gorgeous. Like a golden burst of sunshine."
"But doesn't the sun make you explode to dust?" Buffy asked.
"You make me explode with lust." He replied with a smile in his eyes. Spike pinned a pink and red corsage on the strap of her evening gown. The flowers were a mixture of scarlet roses and blushy pink carnations.
Spike looked stunning in all black formal wear. His light blonde hair contrasted beautifully with the ebony clothing on his body. Spike's lean muscular frame complemented the cut and style of the suit. The cologne he wore was strong, but not over powering, it smelt musky, masculine, and very Spike. Buffy thought that he looked like a male model and that she had to hold on to him or another girl like Harmony would snatch him up in an instant.
"And you, so darn attractive."
"You think?" Spike asked with an arrogant grin, as if he already knew the answer.
Spike rented a limo for them to arrive, he considered using the Desoto, but wanted Buffy to feel like a princess. To Spike, his car would have been fine, but he wanted the best for Buffy on her special night.
He took her to the best restaurant in Sunnydale. They had a wonderful meal and great conversation, but all Spike could think about is when he got the chance to take that dress off her young and tight body.
They finally arrived at the prom. Lots of girls looked at Buffy's date and were immediately jealous of her older and very sexy blonde boyfriend. Willow saw Buffy walk in and ran over towards her, Oz followed not too far behind.
"Hey Willow and Oz." Buffy said. "It's so nice to see my friends here."
Willow said. "Buffy, you look awesome."
She replied. "So do you."
"I agree. Oz is a lucky bloke to be here with you, Red." Spike added.
Oz nodded at Spike's kind words.
Willow said. "Spike, you look quite charming yourself."
"Thanks, pet."

Buffy didn't want to concentrate on Spike's hotness, because she couldn't control herself. Buffy changed the subject to avoid the need to grope the vampire. "How's the prom?"
Oz answered with his usual dry wit. "Strangely affecting. I got all teared up when they played 'We Are Family'.
Willow looked at her date and smiled. "Everything's perfect."
Spike grabbed Buffy's hand. "Wanna dance, sweetheart?"
"I would love to with you Spike."
He pulled her onto the dancefloor. The song was soft ballad that neither of them recognized. The couple began to move to the music. It was almost magic as the two bodies fit perfectly together, swaying to the sensuous rhythm of the melodic song.
Spike's hand snaked around Buffy's waist; he pulled her towards his chest. Spike got close enough to kiss her neck.
"What are you thinking about, pet?"
"This has been perfect. I never thought I would be dancing with my mortal enemy at the prom." She answered.
Spike touched her hair. "I never thought of you as my mortal enemy, more like my ultimate conquest."
Buffy whispered in his ear. "Was that more about sex or death?"
"Sex and death were always linked with you and me, until I really fell in love with you." Spike admitted. "And then it became more."
Buffy paused her response and savored the slow dance. Spike lowered his hand down Buffy's slim hip.
"When did you fall in love with me?"
"It became less about lust and more about affection when we started working together to defeat Angelus." Spike answered.
Buffy kissed Spike as they danced. After a few seconds, he deepened the kiss.
Xander noticed the couple kissing; he was on a mission to interrupt that public display of affection and to distract from Anya's gruesome date conversation.
"So then this one time, this girl wished her ex would cannibalize himself. Even I had a hard time watching that, let me tell you."
Xander ran into the couple on the dancefloor. "Buffy! Spike! My god in heaven, it's good to see you. How are you both? And details, please."
"We were dancing, mate." Spike said.
Anya interjected. "It looked like more than dancing since human's don't usually dance with their tongues, in public at least."
Buffy smiled at Xander. "Sounds like you're having fun."
Anya replied very quickly. "Xander and I are having fun, Buffy. Hopefully the night will end with a human mating ritual."
"I didn't think we would all would being going to the prom with demons." Xander said. "Oz is a werewolf, Spike is a vampire, and Anya is a demon."
"Xander you know better, I'm a former demon and current high school student."
Spike looked at Anya quizzically. "What kind of demon were you?"
"A vengeance demon. I excelled the destruction of evil men." She replied.
Xander was compelled to make a joke at Spike's expense. "You better watch out bleach boy or you could end up with liquefied entrails or a tail, since you are male and evil."
Buffy had to defend her lover. "Spike's not evil, because he loves me with his whole heart and soul."
"I don't have an soul, I'm not like that bloody wanking Angel." Spike challenged.
She lovingly caressed the sleeve of his jacket. "I know. Your soul wasn't forced into you with a curse, but you grew into a new one with my help and our love."
Spike had never been so happy in his entire life. "You sure about this, slayer?"
"Absolutely. I've never trusted anyone as much as I trust you." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek."
Xander shook his head. "Anya, I think its time you tell me about evisceration or something gruesome, it would be less disturbing than what I've just seen."
"Harris, before demon girl begins, I wanna say something." Spike was tempted to go into vamp face to emphasize his point, but thought Buffy wouldn't like it in front of everyone at the prom. "Here is a piece of bloody advice from me to you, real love is never dirty, wrong or disgusting. What Buffy and I have is real and forever so deal with it."
Spike turned to Buffy. "Do you want to dance my love?" He asked in a soft tone of voice.
He grabbed her hand and twirled on to the dancefloor. Xander and Anya stood there with shocked expressions on their faces.
Anya stopped a second and switched quickly into vengeance mode. "So this one time, I turned this guy's penis into a snake, but it was more like a little limp worm." Xander spotted Cordelia and Wesley and instantly greeted them.
Spike and Buffy were back on the dancefloor. She was surprised how graceful Spike moved, he was very sensual just like he was in bed.
"Pet, are you having fun?" He asked.
"Yea, I have a beautiful man at my side and the music is not so bad and we're dancing. . ."
"I'm glad I'm a pleasurable date." Spike interrupted.
Buffy suggested. "I'm hoping the extra pleasurable part will happen later on tonight."
"I rented a hotel room, so I'm counting on it."
***
Buffy was so happy when she got the class protector award. She always thought that no one really noticed her heroic deeds, but it was nice to hear that people outside of her small circled appreciated her. Spike was proud of her, his slayer. He was disappointed that she wasn't crowned the prom queen.
"You're much prettier than that silly bint."
"Spike, she's more popular than me and I wasn't even nominated."
"Is everyone at this soddin' school blind?" He asked.
Buffy replied. "Spike, I'm the class protector and it means more to me than any other award would, I'm over the queen thing, I won something like that before I moved to Sunnydale."
"If you ask me that school had better taste in women." Spike remarked.
"You just left me with a perfect opening to make a vampire remark, tasting women."
"Or just maybe slayer, blood isn't the thing that I want taste tonight."
***

The moment Spike got into the hotel room he began to take off his suit.
Buffy slipped off her shoe that was giving her a blister. "Why are you stripping? Who says I want to see you naked?"
"You always like me naked and I just want to be comfortable." He replied.
"How am I suppose to get comfortable with you nude and horny?"
"I thought the whole point of this hotel room was to have naked fun." Spike wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Buffy giggled she loved giving him a hard time. "Spike, will you unzip my dress?"
"That's more like it, pet." His cocky grin returned and quickly disappeared again when he kissed her.
Spike slowly pulled down the long zipper that went all the way down her back. As the dress dropped and pooled around her legs, Spike began to kiss her back. His cool lips pressed up against her warm flesh sent wonderful shivers up her spine.
Buffy moaned at the light and sensuous feelings he was generously providing, but he kept it at a lingering slow pace.
Spike's mouth explored its way down her back. When he reached her elastic panty waistband, he tugged on it with his teeth.
Buffy expected Spike to tear off the thong with brute force, but he didn't. He twirled her around about 180 degrees until his face was up close to the soaking wet front of her panties.
His hands stroked the silky scrap of fabric. It was as if she was his instrument and he was a musical genius, Spike's fingers knew just exactly how to tease Buffy to erotic madness, he wanted her to beg for it.
"Spike." She gasped out with pure need and absolute want.
"Yea, Slayer." He looked up from his work and utilized all the power of his steel blue gaze.
She was only a few steps away from incoherent thought. "More please."
Spike pulled down her panties with torturous slowness. He continued to softly kiss her body, finally indulging her pussy. Spike put his lips around her clit and gently sucked on it.
Buffy began to gasp as his mouth worked on her nubbin. Spike's tongue twirled around her clitoris and just as she was on the brink of an orgasm, he moved down the length of her pussy.
"Spike! Oh god I need to. . .come." She screamed.
He continued to lick and nibble on the most private areas of her body with expert precision, as his fingertips touched her ass and her thighs.
Spike was enjoying himself, but couldn't wait to be inside her. Foreplay was nice, but he was aching with hardness. Drops of pre-come were dripping from his enlarged cock.
Spike stopped using his mouth to pleasure her and carried Buffy only a few feet and lifted her onto the bed. He explained, "Need to be inside you princess."
Buffy looked down at his large erection with a slight smirk. "I can tell."
Spike grabbed his cock with an arrogant gesture. "This is all for you, sweetheart."
She positioned herself on the bed with her legs spread wide. Buffy traced her intimate folds with her index finger, coating it with wetness. "I'm ready for you and only you."
"Slayer..." Was the word he hissed as he mounted her body.
Spike's lips made contact with her mouth at the same moment the head of his penis pushed inside her pussy.
In one graceful motion, he had fully penetrated her. They both savored the intimacy of this encounter as the fire in their kiss increased. Muffled moans struggled to escape intertwined mouths.
Spike began to thrust. One of his hands found a soft breast and fondled it tenderly. His mouth lunged for her neck. Spike's tongue could feel her blood pulsing through her jugular.
Buffy's breathing became erratic as she called out his name with desire. She tenderly stroked the small of his back.
Spike wanted to make this last as long as possible. It became harder control his cock as he felt her body react to his. "Slayer, so damn hot. I love it! You're so tight baby."
Buffy made a little whimpering noise. "Spike. Make me come. Please."
"I love you, Buffy." He said with an emotional honesty that couldn't be denied. Spike began to move his hips with increased intensity. As Spike looked deeply in her eyes, he was overcome with emotion.
His declaration of love triggered Buffy's orgasm. "Spike. Spike. Spike!" She felt complete squeezing his erect cock as she climaxed.
He exploded with desire inside her. "Fuck, Buffy. I love you, so good." Spike made a little growling noise as his orgasm over took his body.
Buffy was trying to catch her breath as she recovered from this awesome sexual experience.
He pulled out of her as he was nearly spent. Spike took his place on her side as they cuddled in post-coital bliss. Buffy rested her head on his chest.
"I want to stay like this forever." Buffy confessed and then kissed his dusky nipple.
Spike stroked her long blonde hair. "I promise I will never leave you, I'm immortal you know."
"Yea, you'll stay young and beautiful forever and won't want me when I'm old. Maybe I don't have to worry about it, because slayer's always die young."
Spike growled. "That isn't going to happen. I won't let that happen. Most slayers don't have master vampire's watching their backs."
"I'm a lucky girl."
"No, love. I'm the lucky one. I got you in my life."
As they held each other close, Buffy fell asleep in his arms. She began to dream about Spike and the life that they would spend together. Spike lightly caressed her arm. He thought this was the perfect end to the perfect day.